After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Jenna found that even the bed was pink and there was a big heart-shaped pattern in the middle of the bed sheet.

She had never stayed in a room with so much pink.

All of a sudden, she felt pain in her cheek, which reminded her of what had happened.

"My face..." She got out of bed and staggered towards the bathroom.

However, as soon as she opened the bathroom door, she found a man wiping his body with a pink bath towel, naked.

"Ah!" Jenna screamed Brayden, who had just finished taking a shower, was stunned. He quickly came to himself and wrapped himself in the bathrobe.

Awhile later, staring at the man in front of her, who had a masculine figure, Jenna was still in shock. It was obvious that he exercised regularly as she saw his eight packs.

She couldn't help flushing and didn't know where to look.

It was the first time she had seen a naked strange man at such a close distance. Although he looked funny in a pink bathrobe, Jenna wasn't in the mood to laugh at all.

She was so embarrassed that she wanted to run away.

Brayden was also awkward. It was all his mother's fault. The bathrobes in this room were all in small size and they could hardly cover him.

His legs were still naked.

He didn't expect that Jenna, who had been in a coma, would suddenly wake up during his shower.

He couldn't help blushing, for this might be the most embarrassing moment for him.

But it seemed that the girl was even more embarrassed than he was.

He calmed himself down and tried to explain, "I... The faucet in my room doesn't work, so | came to your room to take a bath. | didn't mean to do anything else..." Jenna dared not look at him, with her head lowered.

She couldn't help recalling what she had just seen.

His body and... His giant private part...

She had never seen a man's penis before.

Jenna covered her face with her hands.

Just as the two of them were embarrassed, the door was pushed open.

Mrs. Wright came in and asked nervously, "What happened? Is everything alright?" When she saw what was in the room, she widened her eyes and punched Brayden.

"What are you doing in that pink bathrobe? Why are you here? What did you want to do?" Brayden felt aggrieved and said, "Mom... The faucet in my room doesn't work..." Mrs. Wright didn't feel sorry at all when she saw the palm mark on Brayden's chest.

"You could have showered in my room. Why did you come here?" "You and dad were in your bathroom just now..." Brayden looked at her with a knowing expression.

Mrs. Wright's face flushed. Did her son see her making out with her husband just now? She was embarrassed.

But she kept his composure and said, "I don't care! Get out of here and get dressed before you come in!" Brayden snorted, turned around, and left.

After he left, Mrs. Wright turned to look at Jenna in bed.

The wound on the right side of Jenna's face had scabbed, but it was still red and swollen. The left side of her face was as beautiful as ever.

Jenna had been feeling upset, but after seeing the interesting interaction between Mrs. Wright and Brayden, she felt a little better.

But the aching wound on the right side of her face kept reminding her of what had happened.

Mrs. Wright sat down beside her and gently took her hand. Jenna subconsciously withdrew her hand.

She lowered her head to avoid making eye contact with Mrs. Wright.

Mrs. Wright had noticed her resistance, but she didn't feel offended at all. Instead, in a gentle voice, she said, "I don't know your name, girl. Can you tell me where your home is? We will send you home." Home...

Jenna was suddenly in a trance. Did she have a home? The world was a big place, but she had no home in it.

She had thought that her uncle's home was her home.

However, reality kept reminding her that it was not.

She was just an orphan, with no mother and no father.

"Don't worry, girl. We are not bad people. You have slept for two whole days; my son saved you and brought you here." Mrs.

Wright patiently looked at Jenna who kept silent. "Was your face hurt by someone?" Her face... She must look very ugly and scary right now.

Tears welled up in her eyes. She sat there without saying a word.

Mrs. Wright sighed with resignation, "Girl, no matter what you have encountered, there will always be a way out. You should be hungry now. | will go cook something for you." With that, she left the room.

Half an hour later, Mrs. Wright came to Jenna's room again with a tray, on which a few delicate dishes were placed.

"| cooked these, but | don't know if you will like them or not.” Jenna stared at the homemade dishes.

She could smell the fragrance of the food.

She seemed to remember that someone had cooked these dishes for her before, but who was it? Who was it? Jenna couldn't remember it.

She originally had no appetite, but after seeing these dishes, she picked up the scoop.

She tried the soup and felt it familiar as if she had had it when she was young.

But she was quite sure that she did not know the lady in front of her.

Then, why would she feel her cooking familiar? Mrs. Wright looked gratified when she saw Jenna eating, "Have some more and you will recover faster." She looked tender as if she was looking at her daughter.

She seemed to be used to Jenna's silence and said, "I have always dreamed of having a daughter, but unfortunately, | never have one. If you don't want to tell me where your home is, you can stay here. We have enough food and room for you. And if you change your mind and want to go home, | will ask my son to send you home." Jenna was still silently eating.

Mrs. Wright kindly looked at her sympathetically. Jenna had been disfigured. She wondered who was so cruel to do this to her.

She didn't want to go home. Maybe it was someone close to her who had hurt her. Mrs. Wright had always been sensible, so she didn't ask any further questions.

After Jenna finished eating, she put the plate away. "Have some rest. If you are bored, you can go downstairs and take a walk in the garden." Jenna sat there, stunned. When she left home, she didn't bring her phone or a penny with her.

She felt warmed being nicely treated by this lady and her son.

She opened her mouth and wanted to thank Mrs. Wright, but she found that she could not say anything.

She couldn't utter a word.

After a few tries, Jenna gave up.

She could only watch Mrs. Wright leave in disappointment.

Her eyes were red, and tears welled up in them again.

Panic suddenly overwhelmed her. What if she had lost her ability to speak? How was she going to live? Time passed quickly.

It was getting dark.

Jenna bit her lip, got out of bed, opened the door of the room, and was greeted by a narrow corridor ending with the stairs.

The house was much smaller than Aldo's, but it looked warm and cozy.

She walked to the staircase.

Before she walked downstairs, she heard Mrs. Wright's voice coming from downstairs, "The doctor said there might be a scar left on her face. The needle had been in her face for too long and exposed in the rain, it might never be healed.” "So, she has been disfigured?" Brayden's shocked voice sounded.

Jenna was stunned.

Disfigured? Forever? Sadness clutched at her heart.

She could hardly breathe.

Disfigured? How was she supposed to go back to Aldo with a disfigured face? No! No! God never favored her...

She did not know how she had returned to the room. She lay there in a trance.

If only she could be in her own world alone with the piano. How nice this was.

Jenna slowly smiled and gently closed her eyes.

Mom... The distant bell rang again. It was so quiet in the church that one could only hear the prayers.

How quiet! It was so quiet that she could only hear her sister's laughter.

Her sister liked to laugh so much, as Jenna remembered.

Her sister was so smart and so happy. Jenna wondered why she only loved snowflakes and how many shapes of snowflakes there were.

Her sister told her that it was because she was a romantic.