After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

When she was about to grab a taxi, a Bentley came out of the garage. The windows lowered. Franklin smiled. "A good husband must be a good driver too. Get in the car."

Sylvia was speechless. She wanted to say that she didn't care if he was a good driver because they'd gotten divorced.

Sylvia, who had always been sharp-tongued, said nothing this time. She was going to meet someone.

Arriving at the destination, Franklin looked around and frowned. "What are you doing here?"

It was a shabby neighborhood. Some buildings seemed to be falling apart.

The air was smelly.

It was a disgusting place to stay in.

"To find someone." Sylvia got out of the car and said curtly, “Thank you, go back."

In a broken room, a man in his thirties was drinking.

With a messy beard, he looked depressed.

Beside him squatted an eight-year-old boy. Seeing that the man was drinking unhappily, the boy couldn't help crying. He shouted, "Dad, stop drinking."

He knew his dad had been in very bad health lately. But they had no money to go to the hospital.

The man spent all the money he earned on alcohol.

He didn't care about his health at all.

“Leave me alone.” The man shook the little boy away.

The boy was so young that he fell on the ground.

Suddenly, a woman's cold voice sounded at the door, "Brock Davila." Brock slowly opened his drunken eyes, looked at the beautiful woman at the door, and said gloomily, "Who are you?"

“I'm your savior."

Brock washed his face, tidied his clothes, and went to

He looked nice.

obediently beside

for a long time." Brock still remembered how cruel

were poor, so they had a well in the yard from where they fetched

was a water tank next to the

suffocation he felt when Sylvia pressed him directly into

him, "Sober

choked. Of course, he had

himself and sat there, listening carefully to this strange

she want him, a loser director,

sounded naive and

even

up from wherever you fall.

used to be the top student in the directing department of the drama

never think that he

friend, stole the script from his computer and made it into

to stop because Roland's film

Roland accused him of

the investment. The film cost a lot.

directly, and what made him even angrier was that after the divorce, his wife

stolen by his

his money to pay off debts. But there was still a large debt that he hadn't

he drank every

was banned from the industry.

never imagined that someone would find him

that this

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that I will steal your script and sell

you want to sell it, no one would buy.” Sylvia said lightly, "Only you and Roland knew the truth of what happened back then. Don't you want revenge?" "I do,

looked at him with clear eyes. "I have the best production team,