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.

honestly, she didn't know why. When Sylvia was carried out,

eyes were kept closed

our divorce..." he sounded like he had

while Sylvia was lying on the bed, covered

were flickering.

side. Sylvia could feel the part of the

to him, so she kept pretending to be

He placed his fingers under her jaw to raise

like he was doing this all alone. She felt

so bossy and didn't even allow her

him, adding

long lashes flickered, her eyes gradually opening. The virus in her was

"Franklin, I'm tired.”

from time to time. It made her

He laid down by her

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

In a dim room.

recovered consciousness. Her head was so dizzy and her body so sore. She stood up with a drowsy head and looked around. It was so

Fear and panic flooded through her. She shouted, "Hello? Is anybody here? Where am I? Why are you

door, but no one

she was

she woke up, she was here, a place unfamiliar to

of fear, she

the Evans. She had no money, no power, and

the light

door

walked in with a pellet in his hand. It

stepping back, shouting, "What do you

There was no way she

She screamed and rushed to the door, trying to escape

fixed her against the

as she could, trying to

a bottle of water and forced her

swallowed a lot and then it was impossible

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

down

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

out

being protected. Never had she been treated

The man

her collar and

thrown into

were firmly tied by the man before she was