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 seemed to be

beige slacks were his,

oversized shirt wrapped her body, making her waist slenderer. Franklin wished to drive her home and

though she put on

that his clothes were on her body, Franklin

asked, "Have you ever put on

it as a negative answer, his mood getting much better. He turned to gaze at her,

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

divorced,

into the car while explaining,

steering wheel. "Why did you run away?" “You woke me up. Why should I stay there?" Sylvia said crossly while sitting in the

as she didn't

they divorced, Franklin had always tiptoed when going

engine and sped it up. In a blink, they

hungry. Since Franklin bought the ingredients,

going to bed after eating. Therefore,

to

once she stepped

crabs were crawling on the

they raised their

are you standing here?" Franklin strode to her after seeing her stop

you put them into the sink?" Sylvia

"Deal with them."

so sleepy that she shivered. "Clean them. Then wake me up. I

refuse, she looked back to emphasize, only to find he had put on an apron with small floral patterns. She thought he

words

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

he could do it

the oysters, the

crabs were still flicking their

sea animals, Franklin felt

if he had

with them before, so he

Franklin pulled out his phone and searched

the seafood, it was

upstairs

was lying on the king-sized bed. He could hardly tear

eyes, she saw Franklin wearing an apron, kissing her

filled

reminded her of the scenes

reminded herself that they had

the past four years were kept in this

a sudden, she pushed him away and sat up. The

after being interrupted suddenly. Holding her in his arms, he gently

"Are you awake?"