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 his eyes

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

expect such a beautiful woman to appear in

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

said coldly, "Did you buy a woman thirteen

up and down, he said, "She's my

was just human?

you sell her to?" Sylvia asked in a

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 could have some fun. What a pity!"

days when he

you didn't buy her?"

I tell you? Who the hell are you anyway?"

hundred-dollar bills from her purse and threw them

old man's eyes lit up and he immediately counted the

"Yes!"

"Then, answer my questions.”

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

then sized Sylvia up, "You look

look like? The man and woman?" Hearing the

which was, her mother might

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

gritted her teeth.

money and I wouldn't lie to you. I really couldn't remember!" the old man

say anything more and asked, "Had you

old man

where was her sister? Sylvia frowned and couldn't

out several more bills from her purse and gave them to the old

course!" The old man

Sylvia drove back to