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 his

wine. Sylvia stared at him and said after a while, "I have something

expect such a beautiful woman to

while and rubbed his eyes. Was

said coldly, "Did you buy a woman thirteen

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

was just human? She was really

Who did you sell her to?" Sylvia asked in a loud

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 pity!" the old man sat down on

recalled the days when he was

didn't buy her?" Sylvia

you? Who the hell are you anyway?" The old man glanced at

several hundred-dollar bills from her purse and threw them at

eyes lit up and he immediately counted the

"Yes!"

"Then, answer my questions.”

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

sized Sylvia up, "You look like

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

in her mind, which was,

She didn't die!

“Mom, where are you?"

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

her teeth. "Try

to you. I really couldn't remember!" the old man

say anything more

old man

survived, where was her sister? Sylvia frowned and

her purse and gave them to the

course!" The old man was

to the city. Her face was very pale, but her mind was