After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities novel Chapter 202

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.

There were wrinkles on his face and his eyes were glassy.

He was holding a wine bottle. Sylvia could smell the cheap wine.

Sylvia stared at him and said after a while, "I have something to ask you."

The old man didn't expect such a beautiful woman to appear in his house.

He was stunned for a while and rubbed his eyes. Was he dreaming?

"Are you a fairy? Did God send you?"

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

The old man walked close to her and tilted his head. After looking at her up and down, he said, "She's my wife and she ran away from me years ago. Why ask about her?"

So, she was just human? She was really beautiful.

"Where's she now? Who did you sell her to?" Sylvia asked in a loud voice.

"Huh. 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!" the old man sat down on the chair and sighed.

He recalled the days when he was young.

"So, you didn't buy her?" Sylvia caught the point.

"Why should I tell you? Who the hell are you anyway?" The old man glanced at her.

Sylvia took out several hundred-dollar bills from her purse and threw them at him. "Are these enough?"

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

"Yes!"

"Then, answer my questions."

"The village is remote and I was 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 later, several men came, gave me some money, and took the woman away. They told me not to tell anyone about it," the old man said, "You know, she was really beautiful."