After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Sylvia gathered her strength and pushed Franklin as hard as she could, and just like that, with a splash, Franklin stumbled and fell to the tub. He was appreciating her stunning appearance. Her change of mood was total oblivion to him.

Franklin, sitting in the tub, simply dragged Sylvia to the tub as well.

He held her waist with both of his large hands and fixed her in his hug. There was some water in her collarbone area, her fair legs were slightly bent. She seemed to like those delicate porcelain vases, making people unable to shift their attention. She bewitched him...

Franklin gently kissed Sylvia's face with his thin lips, "You pushed me, sweetie.”

There was a very subtle trace of a sigh in his voice.

Sylvia almost doubted whether she heard it right.

Why did he sigh?

"Franklin, you seem quite enjoy wooing me after a divorce?" she said ironically.

Then the soft sigh Franklin let out faded.

His warm lips came closer, "If I want to remarry, will you say yes?" Sylvia answered without hesitation, "No."

But Franklin was not at all irritated by her answer.

He raised his hand, tenderly touched her collarbone, and smiled in a lowered voice, "One day you will."

His deep voice sounded sexy but it was full of confidence.

He buried his head in her neck.

"You are so beautiful..." He was rather generous in praising her.

What she feared the most eventually happened.

She was turned on as the virus took control of her, and she just wanted to be closer to him.

Franklin lowered his head and kissed her lips, wildly.

He released her after a long while.

Watching her reddened face, he cracked a smile, "Why are you blushing? We've been married for four years.”

His long fingers held her head up so that she could look directly into his eyes. The steam made her face look more shining...

Sylvia could do nothing about it.

she didn't know why. When

were kept closed the

you are more adorable and attracting after our divorce..." he sounded like he had abiding lust for

a bathrobe on, while Sylvia was lying on the bed, covered with a thin

thick lashes were flickering. She was

side. Sylvia could feel the part of

talk to him, so she kept pretending to be

are you silent, sweetie?" He placed his fingers under her

attitude made him feel like he was doing

and didn't

light shed on him, adding a dreamy glow to

her eyes gradually opening.

"Franklin, I'm tired.”

time. It made her so tired. When could she

He laid down by her

grew darker. Under such darkness, how many couples slept on the same bed but had different thoughts on

In a dim room.

body so sore. She stood up with a drowsy head and looked around. It

for the door and then tugged the doorknob. It was locked. Fear and panic flooded through her. She shouted,

on the door, but no one

Darcie, she was dragged into a van,

she woke up, she was here, a

she huddled

She had no money, no power,

the light

the door was

a pellet in his hand. It looked

not help stepping back, shouting, "What do you

was no way she could tell what

and rushed to the door, trying to escape

against the wall. His hand cracked her mouth open and forced her to

she could, trying

bottle of water and forced

it

to the floor as if she was a rag. She lay on the ground like a drowned rat. Her clothes were untidy, her hair messy and the front

flowed down her

are you? Why are you doing this to me? What do you want? I

cried out loud

the one being

The man

he lifted her holding her collar and dragged her

thrown into a

firmly tied by the man before she was thrown into