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.

wrinkles on his face and

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

a beautiful woman

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

"Did you

and tilted his head. After looking at her up and down, he said, "She's my wife and she ran away

she was just human? She was

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

fuck her, so I sold her! Someone paid me to watch her for a few days. I had thought I could have some fun. What a

the days when

didn't buy her?" Sylvia caught

are

purse and threw them

man's eyes lit up and he immediately

"Yes!"

"Then, answer my questions.”

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

sized Sylvia up, "You look

they look like? The man and woman?" Hearing the old man's narrative, Sylvia

only one thought in her mind, which was, her

She didn't die!

“Mom, where are you?"

decent. And the woman... she looked average. But I remember that her voice was high-pitched and sharp,” the old man said as he tried to recall it. "I had

gritted her teeth.

really couldn't

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

old

her sister? Sylvia frowned and couldn't figure it

bills from her purse and gave them to the old man. "Keep this between

The old

was already early morning by the time Sylvia drove back to the