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

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

didn't expect such a beautiful woman to

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

Sylvia said coldly, "Did you buy a woman

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

human?

sell her to?" Sylvia asked

She didn't let me fuck her, so I sold her! Someone paid me to watch her for a few days. I had thought

recalled the days when he

buy her?" Sylvia

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

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

up and he immediately counted

"Yes!"

"Then, answer my questions.”

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,

then sized Sylvia up, "You look like

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

thought in her mind, which was, her mother might still be

She didn't die!

“Mom, where are you?"

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

her teeth. "Try

I really couldn't remember!" the old man said with a frown, raising his

say anything more and asked, "Had you seen a girl with that

old

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

bills from her purse and gave them to the old

course!" The old man

Sylvia drove back to the city. Her face was very