After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Sylvia checked the time and found it was only six o'clock, feeling irritated.

Whenever she didn't get enough sleep, she became short-tempered and violent.

After washing her face, she found her dress had been torn into pieces. Then she found Franklin's shirt in the closet and put on his slacks. Sylvia picked up her handbag and left the villa.

She walked for five minutes and left the area, but she didn't see a cab on the way.

Annoyed, she heard her phone vibrate, wondering if Franklin was calling.

Sylvia swiped to answer.

"Damn you, woman! Where have you gone?"

The familiar, cold voice from the other end of the line told her how unhappy he was.

"What do you want?" Sylvia asked more rudely.

Franklin held some fresh seafood bought from the wet market and pinched the phone, looking sullen.

He got up and drove to the pier to get the seafood out of kindness. However, Sylvia vanished.

He felt terrible when he stepped into the villa and found she was gone. Franklin panicked, wondering if she had disappeared again and which man would win her favor.

Therefore, he immediately called her.

"Where have you gone?"

“I'm going home."

Sylvia's voice made his mood better. "Home? Your home is here." Franklin put the seafood into the kitchen, strode to the living room, grabbed the car key, and left the house. "I'll take you back."

Sylvia was about to refuse, but he ended the call overbearingly.

She put away her phone and kept moving, hoping to hail a taxi before he found her.

However, the neighborhood was full of villas, and few cabs would bypass here.

From the distance, she saw Franklin's car roar toward her. After a loud creak, it was pulled over next to her.

Pressing his thin lips together, Franklin pushed the door open, seized her wrist, and pressed her into the car.

Sylvia could tell he was in a bad mood.

"Why didn't you wait for me at home?"

When his gaze fell on her, he started looking at her up and down. Sylvia looked slightly different today.

looked familiar and

slacks were his,

wrapped her body, making her waist slenderer. Franklin

she put on his clothes,

that his clothes were on her body, Franklin was turned

at her, he asked, "Have you ever put on any other man's

in confusion. "Are you nuts? Why would I do it?" Franklin took it as a negative answer, his mood getting much

didn't know why he suddenly was angry or how his

divorced,

into the car while explaining, "So I went out to

did you run away?" “You woke me up. Why should

felt heated as she didn't sleep

before they divorced, Franklin had always tiptoed when going to work, avoiding waking

engine and sped it up. In a blink, they returned

hungry. Since Franklin bought the ingredients,

than going to bed

to the

gaped once she stepped

crabs were crawling on the

humans, they

here?" Franklin strode to her after seeing her stop at the

into the sink?" Sylvia watched

"Deal with them."

she shivered. "Clean them. Then wake me up. I need some

the bedroom. Afraid that Franklin would refuse, she looked back to emphasize, only to find he had put on an apron with

words on her

next second, Franklin caught the crabs, put them into a bag, and walked

guessed he could

crabs, the oysters, the shellfish, and the squids into

crabs were still

at the sea animals, Franklin

if he had known he needed to deal

never washed or dealt with them before,

pulled out his phone and searched for the

the seafood, it was

went upstairs

king-sized bed. He could hardly tear his gaze

opened her eyes, she saw Franklin wearing an

was filled with

her of the scenes where they were still

herself that they had

memories of the past four years

him away and sat up. The

interrupted suddenly. Holding her in his arms, he gently pinched her waist

"Are you awake?"