After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

‘She could beat up a boxing champion in the ring. Is she tender?" thought Franklin.

He guessed Sylvia won Mrs. Wright's favor because she appeared obedient and cute in front of Mrs. Sylvia.

He was also tricked by her during their four-year marriage.

Sylvia picked up her teacup and took a sip. She looked up. Finding Franklin still standing there. She was surprised, "Don't you go after her?" "No!" Franklin suddenly got up and took her to leave.

"Auntie, let me stay alone with Sylvia for three minutes." Sylvia's wrist was grabbed by him, and she felt pain. He exerted so much strength that she felt pain.

Was he angry? Sylvia was dragged out of the room by him.

The bathroom door was slammed shut. He was so angry that he lost his mind for the time being.

"Sylvia, explain to me! | want your explanation." Sis? Master Keturah? Franklin flared up.

Sylvia looked at him quietly.

"Franklin, you have never asked me what the relationship between me and Master Keturah is. Also, you have never asked me if | am Master Keturah. Why should | be blamed?" Sylvia leaned against the wall, looking nonchalant.

Franklin put his big hand on her neck and said in a cold voice, "Are you blaming me for not paying much attention to you and not knowing you well enough?" Sylvia looked at him. An odd feeling rose inside. "Franklin, | didn't mean that. Why do | need your attention?" "Sylvia, what are you keeping from me?" Franklin's voice was frightening.

He tightened his grip on Sylvia's neck, "Don't let me guess it." "Did | let you do that? You enjoy playing this game very much, don't you? You are the one that asks for a meeting with Master Keturah." Sylvia moved her neck. His grip made her very uncomfortable.

"Franklin, Mrs. Wright is waiting for me. You'd better... Hmm..." Her lips were sealed.

Alittle bit worried about Sylvia, Mrs. Wright chased after them and saw them going into the bathroom.

She came to the bathroom and suddenly heard the strange sound coming from inside.

As a married woman, Mrs. Wright knew what it meant.

She was a little bit confused.

What was going on? Were Franklin and Sylvia a couple? She recalled what had happened. It seemed that Frank treated Sylvia differently.

She watched Franklin grow up, so she knew Franklin's character very well. It was the first time she had seen him care so much about a woman.

She heard that Franklin was married.

Maybe Sylvia was his wife? Mrs. Wright was confused.

The light in the bathroom was dim and Sylvia was against the wall with a flush on her face.

Franklin's face was full of envy, "You care about so many people, like Logan, the twins, and even Mrs. Wright. They know you much better than me. They..." The jealousy drove him mad.

He was not a saint. He couldn't accept the fact that he didn't even have a basic understanding of his wife who had been with him for four years Sylvia interrupted him, "Franklin, during our four-year marriage, | never told you anything about me, because | don't think it is necessary. You and | know it's just a loveless contract marriage. Also, you have never tried to get to know anything about me.

You don't care about my family, my hobbies, and my life. What you need me to do is to wait at home for you to come back. So, isn't it absurd to blame me for not telling you and say you don't know me at all?" "We know well how to excite each other's bodies, and that's all." After Sylvia said that, she opened the door and turned away to leave without looking at him.

When she returned to room number one, the waitress at the door said in a low voice, "Miss Andrews, Mrs. Wright has just left because she has something to deal with. And she asked me to inform you." "I see." Sylvia nodded, pulled the door open, and went in.

Franklin stood in the bathroom for a long time without moving.

Wright Residence.

As soon as Brayden entered the door, his mother came back.

He took a look at Mrs. Wright's traditional dance, feeling a headache. "Mom, can you not wear bizarre dresses? Traditional dresses don't fit you at all.” "You know nothing!" Mrs. Wright glared at him, threw her customized bag onto the sofa, and kicked off her shoes.

"I am promoting the traditional culture. Have you ever been to Radisson Royal Restaurant? Do you have a gold membership card there? To level with you, | have a diamond card. Sibbie told me that only five members own diamond cards. | am one of them." "All right. | don't like drinking tea, so I'm not interested in that place," Brayden said with resignation.

He was a little jealous that his mother had a very good relationship with Master Keturah.

"Hum, come here." Mrs. Wright sat on the sofa and waved to his son.

"What?" Brayden walked over confusedly and sat down beside his mother.

"How is the relationship between Frank and his wife? Are they on bad terms?" Mrs. Wright took his son's hand and looked into his eyes. "You mustn't lie to me. Be honest, okay?" "Mom, why did you ask about Frank?" Brayden's mouth twitched.

"I am serious!" Mrs. Wright patted Brayden, "Just tell me!" "He got divorced about a month ago." Brayden sat on the sofa lazily and flicked his fingers, his legs spread. "Frank is annoying.

He has married for so many years, but he hides his wife and never introduces her to me." "He really divorced?" Mrs. Wright's eyes widened.

"Sure, Frank never lies to me." Brayden tilted his head. "Anyway, there is no love between them. They got married just for the sake of the old Maskelyne." Mrs. Wright took a long breath, "That's good news."