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.

were wrinkles on his face and his

could smell the cheap wine. Sylvia stared at him and said after

man didn't expect such a beautiful woman to

his eyes. Was he dreaming? "Are

coldly, "Did you buy a

up and down, he

human? She was

she now? Who did you sell her to?"

You know, she looked gentle, but she was a tough lady. She didn't let me fuck her, so I sold her! Someone paid me to watch her for a few days. I had thought I

days when

didn't buy her?" Sylvia

tell you? Who the hell are you anyway?"

took out several hundred-dollar bills from her purse and threw them at him. "Are these

eyes lit up and

"Yes!"

"Then, answer my questions.”

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 took the woman away. They told me not to tell anyone about it," the old man said, "You

up, "You look like

man and woman?" Hearing the

mind, which was, her mother might still be alive

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 remember

gritted her teeth. "Try

I really couldn't remember!"

his best, Sylvia didn't say anything more and asked, "Had

the old

sister? Sylvia

took out several more bills from her purse and gave them to the old man. "Keep

course!" The old man was

drove back to the city. Her face was very