After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Ignoring him, Sylvia swung to squeeze into the crowd in her Doc Martens, heading for the ladies’ room.

On the way, she was dazzled by the sparkling neon lights.

Many people came to the nightclub, dancing to relax.

Meanwhile, all their desires were amplified and released...

Rubbing her forehead, Sylvia entered the restroom.

There was a burning sensation in her belly.

Why was the liquor so strong? She turned on the tap, fetched some cool water, and splashed it onto her face. Then she looked at her charming face in the mirror for a while.

Since childhood, she had known she was a pretty girl, but so what? She'd rather lead a worry-free life than be burdened with so many things.

While her mind was wandering, the lights in the restroom were out.

Seemingly the noises outside also vanished.

Sylvia wondered what had happened, frowning.

She didn't expect the power to be off in a nightclub.

When she was about to leave, she sensed a trace of a familiar scent.

"Who's there?" Sylvia attacked the person alertly, the wind whistling when she threw punches.

The next second, big hands seized her fists forcibly.

After fighting for a while, Sylvia felt something wrap around her waist. Then a pair of heated palms clung to it.

She was an excellent fighter but unable to win against this man.

He pressed a kiss on her lips passionately.

In the dark, he stopped suddenly and released her.

"What's wrong?" Sylvia asked ironically.

Of course, she had figured out who the man was.

His tall body with hard muscles made him look like he had unusual strength.

Sarcasm filled her eyes. Sylvia looked at him, only to find lust in his intense eyes.

Her heart tightened.

The next second, she pretended to be a slut and flirted with him, "Mister, did you bring the condom? Or, | won't..." Before she finished her words, she could tell his passionate gaze turned cold.

He gazed at her without blinking, sending chills down her spine.

"Bang!" He smashed the sink with his fists, and the broken pieces scattered.

The sink was made of colorful glasses, which had cracked and fallen to the ground immediately.

Sylvia kept calm.

Pretending to be a whore, she approached him and continued, "Mister, calm down. Why are you mad?" The man reached out to press her into his arms. She stiffened, almost falling to the broken glasses on the ground.

In the dark, the man gave off a steely, suffocating vibe.

"Stop angering me purposely,” he said through gritted teeth.

Sylvia raised her head, her gaze falling on his charming lips. Her heart skipped a beat.

Shortly after, she returned to her senses and deliberately teased him, "Mister, | like your muscles. Mind having fun here?" Her eyes were cold, but her tone was flirtatious.

Sylvia did it purposely.

Franklin kept pestering her, so she'd rather ruin their relationship.

Sylvia couldn't understand what was in Franklin's mind and what he aimed to do.

When her hands went down from his belly, Franklin pressed her hand to stop her, almost crushing her bones.

Gritting her teeth in pain, Sylvia inwardly cursed him, ‘Damn bastard!" Before she shouted abuse, he pushed her away. Her back hit the wall fiercely.

"Fuck! Franklin Maskelyne, what the heck..." Before she finished cursing, the lights in the ladies’ room were on.

Feeling dazzled, she looked around but failed to see Franklin.

When she bowed her head, she only saw the broken sink and the water pipes.

Sylvia was standing in a daze when Logan came to find her.

He was taken aback. "Sylvia ... Are you THAT strong? How did you manage to smash the sink?" Sylvia darted a glance at him. "Fuck you! | didn't do it." "Who did it?" Logan insisted on asking.

"A lunatic." Sylvia curled her lips, which were aching.

Franklin...

Dragging Logan to leave the restroom, she joked, "You are a man. Why did you follow me to the ladies’ room? Aren't you feel shy?" "I was worried about you," Logan replied, glancing at the men's room next door.

Following his gaze, Sylvia saw a tall, sturdy figure.

He was in a black suit, gazing at Sylvia sullenly.

A sneer touched Sylvia's lips.

What a jerk. He even dared to sneak into the ladies’ room to take advantage of her! She couldn't get what was in his mind.

He asked for a divorce and a breakup.

However, he also secretly approached her after they broke up.

Was it because he didn't want to publicly admit his relationship with her or he had some ulterior motives? Ignoring Franklin, she purposely took Logan's arm to anger Franklin and prompted, "Let's go, darling." Franklin closed his eyes, bitterness surging in his chest.

His slender fingers caressed his lips, which seemed to have the lingering temperature from Sylvia's lips.

Gloominess was written in his eyes, and a sharp pang raised in his chest.

"Sweetie, please wait for me. Give me some time..." he muttered to himself.

They had only parted for a few days, but it seemed to be a century to him.

The following day.

It wasn't a sunny day but windy since the early morning.

Sylvia carefully put on makeup, but her pink lips were still red and swollen.

Franklin had kissed her too fiercely that they still hadn't recovered.

Pressing her lips, Sylvia put on a Khaki windbreaker and a pair of kitten heels, looking graceful and elegant.

Then she drove the Land Rover, heading for the film and television base.

Poppy was injured, and her cheeks were swollen.

Brock gave her a few days’ breaks, but she still stayed in the hotel instead of returning home.

Sylvia bought some fruits, desserts, and cakes on the way.

A hotel nearby the film and television base.

In the morning, when Poppy woke up, she felt sweaty.

Then she entered the bathroom for a hot shower.

After that, she fetched her shower towel and facial towels from the rack.

She never used things prepared by the hotel, so the towels were from her house and the same color as her bed sheet with a Pikachu pattern.

Looking at the Pikachu, she felt joyful.

Poppy draped the towel on her shoulders and wrapped her body up.

Suddenly, she felt a piercing pain. She frowned and took off the towel immediately, only to find blood oozing on her arm.

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