After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Dizzily, Winter looked up at him. A crystal-clear tear dropped from her eyes.

“The old Mr. Wilson bought me to save your uncle's life," she answered with a smile in self-mockery.

For only 500 thousand dollars, her birth parents had sold her to the Wilson family for a warding-off wedding. Her parents worked as gardeners in the Wilson family's Villa.

A fortune-teller told the Wilson family that Winter could bring fortune to Clark's uncle and their wedding could help him recover. Mylo Wilson gave her parents the money and let her marry his son.

Winter disagreed, but her parents were obsessed with money. They accepted the offer, personally tied her up, and sent her to the bed of Mylo's son.

Others envied her for marrying into the Wilson family, but there was no wedding for her. She just simply became a missus.

However, after so many years, her husband was still paralyzed. Instead of recovering, his situation worsened.

"Mylo Wilson could do anything he wanted.” Clark held her tightly, looking steely.

Lowering his head, he stared at the woman in his arms. His slender fingers wandered on her skin. He muttered, "Don't worry. I'll treat you well from now on."

His obsessed and maniac look stiffened Winter's body. She dared not to move at all.

She knew she would never escape once the demon tangled with her. However, as soon as she married into the Wilson family, she had been haunted by the demon and could never escape from it.

In Mylo's room in Wilson family's Villa, a tall, slender figure pushed the door open and entered.

The old man on the bed slightly opened his eyes, staring at his visitor. His eyes were spiritless.

"Grandpa, how are you doing today?" Clark stood in front of Mylo's bed, looking down at him. His voice was cold and indifferent.

“I'm very well," Mylo answered hoarsely.

Clark approached him and whispered, each word a staccato, “I'll find a top doctor to cure you, Grandpa. Then I'll watch you be tortured every day and die while struggling in pain."

"Whatever." Mylo closed his eyes again indifferently.

Clark burst into laughter, his crazy gaze sending a chill down Mylo's spine. "Grandpa, you are indeed optimistic. However, I won't let you die so easily."

Mylo heaved a sigh, trying to explain to him again. "Clark, I had to make that decision back then. For the prosperity of our family, I had to do it."

"Mr. Wilson, Mylo Wilson, think I'm a fool?" Clark glared at him fiercely. Suddenly, he pinched his neck. "You sent your daughter-in-law to please those freaks. How dare you whitewash yourself? You made my mother a laughingstock of the upper class. You made my father a cuckold. All for your money. You are their father and father-in-law. You are my grandfather. I do appreciate your deep love for our family." "Clark, I had difficulties back then. At that time, our capital chain was broken. Your mother... She took the initiative to please those people to save our family," Mylo replied, his voice tinged with sorrow.

until now!" Clark sneered.

hammer, which sparkled icily under the light,

a ferocious smile. "Grandpa, let me crack your

grandson like you? Fuck off! Ah!" Mylo cried in pain,

to escape. He

The young man raised the hammer and smashed it

were heard in

"Ah!"

oozed on Mylo's forehead. The pain made his eyes bloodshot

made his

his lips into an evil smile, making Mylo's hair stand on

other loud bangs, Mylo exclaimed miserably, hearing the

you'll die in your boots! I'm

“You unfilial grandson!"

have

tool. How could she have led such a

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dogs. I'll let

"You! You!"

too furious to utter a word. "You son

what? I'm in charge of Wilson Group now. Haha... Your favorite son has become paralyzed. He's good for nothing. Your other sons and grandchildren cannot win against me. Just watch, Mylo Wilson. You owe me.

his chin off. Then he crazily smashed Mylo's legs with

hoarsely, soaking in a cold sweat. His face was twisted, and he almost

all over. His legs hurt too much

from his face. Lying on the bed, he was almost dying. He could only look

could only pant in pain like a dying

You should kill me!" he prompted hoarsely and weakly. Every single word had

you excellent doctors to cure you. Then I'll smash your legs again and find a second

played with the hammer,

looked indifferent, as if

exclaimed.

torture made him live in

bastards by you, she must have felt so horrified. She was so weak. I'm sure she was more frightened than you. My father couldn't rescue her. How desperate he was! Grandpa, those were all

a glance at the old man on

door was slammed

lay on the bed weakly, old and