After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

"I dreamed of my sister." He stretched out his arms and took Sylvia into his arms, "I haven't dreamed of her in years." "You have a sister?" Sylvia always thought that he only had two siblings, James and Poppy.

"Yes, that year | went on a trip to the countryside with my sister, but we were lost. And worst still, we met traffickers. Then a little girl saved us. She was very strong and witty. She was very young but she knew how to make toy cannons. She blew the traffickers with cannons and untied my sister and me. Unluckily, the cannons were not powerful enough and the traffickers soon woke up. Then they chased us, and my sister fell off a cliff.” Franklin stroked Sylvia's long hair, his voice was deep and hoarse. He was telling her a memory that he would never want to recall.

Sylvia looked at him with a tilted head. She didn't expect Franklin to tell her his secret.

Everybody had secrets that they didn't want people to know.

She was not a very curious person. She didn't like to inquire about other people's privacy.

But at this moment, she decided to ask for further information about it. So, she asked, "And then? Did you find your sister?" "No, she died." Franklin's gaze was dark and painful as he stared blankly at the ceiling, "The little girl who saved me hid me in a cave, then she went to lure the traffickers away. She said she was very familiar with the mountains, so she would be fine. | can never forget the moment when she smiled back at me. Her smile so pure and clear.” "I didn't know that you had such an experience when you were a child. Fortunately, you were saved by the little girl." Sylvia was a little confused. For some reason, some pieces of memories suddenly flashed in her mind when Franklin told the story.

Deep mountains, forests...

Before she could think further about it, she heard Franklin say, "Then I fell asleep in the cave and my parents came to find me.

But | never saw the little girl again. Since then, | have been looking for her." "Have you found her yet?" "Yes, and she is Tiffany, but...she is no longer the kind and brave little girl she used to be." Franklin closed his eyes regretfully, "My sister was declared dead. For so many years, she has been a thorn in my heart. If | had held my sister's hand at that time, she would not have died." "You were a child at the time, and her death was not your fault." Sylvia couldn't help holding Franklin's big palm, "It was an accident.” "Witnessing my sister's death was a great blow to me." Franklin's eyes were scarlet, and the great pain came over him, making it difficult for him to breathe. He lost control of his emotions.

He could hardly control the turbulent depression in his chest. He stood up suddenly and slammed his fist hard against the wall.

It seemed that only in this way could he vent all the anger, depression, and pain in his chest! Sylvia was taken aback by the noise.

She jumped out of bed and grabbed the man's bloody fist, "Franklin, you're crazy!" "This is Pearlhall Villa, not your home! Sober up." Franklin's handsome face looked wild. His hair was scattered on his forehead. The anxiety and emptiness in his heart drove him fiercely.

"Let go!" "Franklin, don't let negative emotions control you, Franklin, wake up!" He roared like a trapped beast, "Go away!" She suddenly realized that he was having his mania.

Sylvia reached out and hugged his waist tightly. This was the first time she had soberly faced Franklin's attack of mania.

"Let me go!" Franklin pinched her chin with great force. His deep eyes no longer looked gentle. Instead, he looked irritable, and angry, like a bloodthirsty monster.

Seeing the furious man, Sylvia was anxious and angry. Franklin had lost his mind. He wouldn't listen to whatever she said.

There was a hint of anxiety in her watery eyes. She didn't know what to do.

The furious man had great strength. His hand that grabbed her chin was like iron pliers.

It hurt her so much! Her jaw was about to be crushed. Without thinking much, she stood on tiptoe, and kissed him.

Sylvia's familiar fragrance came into Franklin's nose. A kind of electric charge seemed to surge through every particle of his body.

"Franklin, wake up." Franklin heard Sylvia whispering in his ear as he smelled the light fragrance of her body.

For some reason, he felt something that could anesthetize his brain gradually flow out.

Almost all of his sanity, which was manipulated by emotions, had been eroded.

However, hearing the woman whispering, Franklin felt as if his heart had been hit by a stone.

Franklin's tense body gradually stiffened, and his cold and manic expression was strange and terrifying.

His gaze was gloomy. He looked like a monster crawling out of a horror movie.

Sylvia stood in front of him silently. Franklin's eyes were so indifferent and cold.

That seemed to be his true self.

Time seemed to freeze.

They could only hear each other's breathing. Seeing Franklin's eyes getting more and more ferocious, Sylvia couldn't help but close her eyes and kiss his lips again.

If kissing him could sober him up, then she didn't mind kissing him again and again! Franklin pushed Sylvia away. He looked exhausted, half leaning against the wall with a pained look on his face.

He felt that his brain was messed up.

He lost control of himself and wanted to let out all his emotions.

He bit his lower lip, and blood gushed out.

"Franklin, wake up, don't be manipulated by all those negative emotions." Sylvia fell to the ground after the push. Franklin almost used all his strength.

He was stronger than her in martial arts. So, after being pushed by him like this, Sylvia's tailbone hurt, and her face turned pale.

But she gritted her teeth and stood up from the ground, slowly approaching Franklin.

Franklin was usually ruthless and seldom had mood swings.

So, people always thought that he was cold.

However, Sylvia knew that he had his stories. He didn't suffer from the mania for no reason. Everything had a cause.

She didn't have the time to guess whether it was the death of his sister, or something else, that had broken him down.

She stood in front of Franklin. He looked at her coldly. "Get out!" She suddenly reached out her hand with a glove, pinched the man's tense jaw, met his cold and ferocious eyes, and said in a masterful tone slowly, "Franklin, | order you to be sober! Look at me, | am Sylvia, your wife!" She felt the violent aura emanating from him, which was enough to destroy everything, but she ignored it.

She began to unbutton the man's clothes with a calm expression.

But her trembling hands gave her nervousness away.

Franklin was strong, and self-disciplined, with excellent physical fitness and unfathomable martial arts.

Just now he just pushed her, she could hardly bear it. If he did anything violent to her in a fit, she would die.

However, there was always an inner voice telling her that if she left him, he would fall into a darker abyss.

For the first time, Sylvia wanted to approach Franklin. And for the first time, she found that she couldn't leave him, but... she didn't have much time left.

Her nose twitched. It shouldn't take much effort to undo the buttons. But it took her a long time. The more trembling her hands were, the harder it was to do it.

A piece of flesh was almost torn off Franklin's lips, and a trace of sobriety appeared in his throbbing brain. His eyes were half- closed as if he couldn't see the woman in front of him clearly. He whispered as if he was dreaming, "Sylvia, darling.” He was attacked by mania again. He must be.