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.

most, but honestly, she didn't know why. When Sylvia was carried out, she felt her

kept closed

and attracting after our divorce..." he sounded like he had

the bed, covered with

and thick lashes were flickering. She

caressed her face. He was sitting by her side. Sylvia could feel the part

really didn't want to talk to him, so she kept pretending

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

made him feel like he was doing

and didn't even allow her to

him, adding a dreamy glow to

her eyes gradually

"Franklin, I'm tired.”

made her so tired.

good night.” He laid down by her side and locked her in his

darker. Under such darkness, how many couples slept on the same bed but had different thoughts on their minds? And how many people were unable to

In a dim room.

her body so sore. She stood up with a drowsy head

tugged the doorknob. It was locked. Fear and panic flooded

knocked hard on the door, but no one

Darcie, she was dragged into a van, and then she

she woke up, she was here, a place unfamiliar to her. Was

fear, she huddled on the

had no money, no power, and was not

light

door

with a

stepping back, shouting, "What do you want to

way she could tell

want to take that." She screamed and rushed to the door, trying

the wall. His hand cracked her

struggled as hard as she could, trying

of water and

then it

shrugged her away and ditched her 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 part of her clothes, which was sticking to her, was all wet due to the

flowed down

you? Why are you doing this to me? What

out

life, she was the one being protected. Never

late.” The man answered

and dragged her out

thrown into

firmly tied by the man before she