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.

be so shameless even until now!" Clark sneered.

small hammer, which sparkled icily

with a ferocious smile. "Grandpa, let

Stop it! You demon! How can I have a grandson like you? Fuck off! Ah!" Mylo cried in pain, gaping

struggled, wishing to escape. He

strong for him to break free. The young man raised the hammer and smashed

were heard

"Ah!"

Mylo's forehead. The pain made his eyes bloodshot

and pain made his face twist

Clark curled his lips into an evil smile,

other loud bangs, Mylo

in your boots! I'm

“You unfilial grandson!"

have a grandson

How could she have

snapped, “I dare you to curse her again. Try me! If it weren't for you and the Wilson family, would

Wilson Group goes to the dogs. I'll let you see how your grandchildren

"You! You!"

was too furious to utter a

son has become paralyzed. He's good for nothing. Your other sons and grandchildren cannot win against me.

he

soaking in a cold sweat.

trembled all over. His legs hurt too much that he couldn't feel them

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

proud president of the Wilson family could only pant in pain like a

kill me!" he prompted hoarsely and weakly. Every single

doctors to cure you. Then I'll smash your legs again

played with the hammer, looking

looked indifferent, as if he were discussing

Kill me!" Mylo exclaimed.

made him live in

was so weak. I'm sure she was more frightened than you. My father couldn't rescue

those words, he turned away without sparing a glance at the old

door was

on the bed weakly, old