After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

After walking for about 10 minutes, Sylvia saw a shabby cabin.

The door was opened and the light was off inside.

She stood at the door and knocked on it. “Is there anyone home?"

No one answered.

She waited for a while with a frown and there was still no response. She took out her phone and walked into the house with the flashlight on her phone on.

She found the switch and turned on the light.

It was dim still, but she could finally see the house.

It was simply decorated.

Under the light was a table with two chairs beside it. There was a bed by the wall and a box by the bed.

Then, there was nothing more.

She glanced around the room and imagined how her mother had lived here.

She felt heartbroken.

This was not a place for humans to live in.

She was in a trance when footsteps came from the door.

"Who's in my house?"

A man's voice sounded from the yard.

Sylvia looked back and saw a stinky old man walking over.

The man was wearing black clothes. It was worn. His hair was messy and slightly gray. He looked in his fifties.

his face and his eyes were

wine bottle. Sylvia could smell the cheap wine. Sylvia stared at him and said after a while, "I have something

a beautiful woman to appear in his

a while and rubbed his eyes. Was he dreaming? "Are you a

you buy a woman thirteen years

looking at her up and down, he said, "She's my wife

human? She was really

now? Who did you sell her to?" Sylvia asked in

I sold her! Someone paid me to watch her for a few days. I had thought I could have some fun. What a pity!" the old man sat down on the chair

recalled the days when

you didn't buy her?" Sylvia caught

you? Who the hell are you anyway?"

out several hundred-dollar bills from her purse and threw

old man's eyes lit up and he

"Yes!"

"Then, answer my questions.”

I was haunting, I ran into a man and a woman. They kidnapped a beautiful woman and it seemed they were afraid someone might catch them. They gave me some money and asked me to hide the woman in my house for a few days. I told everyone in the village she was the wife I had bought. About half a month later, several men came, gave me some money, and

sized Sylvia up,

woman?" Hearing the old man's

mind, which was, her mother might still

She didn't die!

“Mom, where are you?"

her voice was high-pitched and sharp,” the old man said as he tried to recall it. "I had only met them once. I couldn't

gritted her teeth.

I wouldn't lie to you. I really

Sylvia didn't say anything more and asked, "Had you seen a girl with

old man

survived, where was her sister? Sylvia frowned and couldn't figure

more bills from her purse and

course!" The old man

back to the city. Her face was very pale,