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.

face and

cheap wine. Sylvia stared at him and said after

didn't expect such a

his eyes. Was he dreaming? "Are you a fairy? Did God send

up!" Sylvia said coldly, "Did you buy a woman thirteen years

old man walked close to her and tilted his head. After looking at her up and down,

just human? She was really

Who did you sell her to?" Sylvia asked in

she was a tough lady. She didn't let me fuck her, so I sold her! Someone paid me to watch her

recalled the days

didn't buy her?" Sylvia

should I tell you? Who the hell are you anyway?" The old man

purse and

lit up and he immediately counted the

"Yes!"

"Then, answer my questions.”

young. When 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

up, "You

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

which was,

She didn't die!

“Mom, where are you?"

she looked average. But I remember that her voice was high-pitched and sharp,” the old

gritted her teeth. "Try

your money and I wouldn't lie to you. I really couldn't

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

old

survived, where was her sister?

out several more bills from her purse and gave

old man

early morning by the time Sylvia drove back to the city. Her face was very pale, but her mind was