Trial Of The Senses

Sheila didn't expect to be visited one day.

"Sir, is that woman who visited me a lot before? If it's her, I won't go."

"Not Ashley." The prison guard knew who Sheila was talking about. After all, it was easy to remember Ashley's face as long as you took a look at her. "It's a man."

A man? Sheila was confused. Was it Jasper again? If it was Jasper, Sheila would not dare to neglect it. Thinking of the head-on blow that Jasper had given her, she was still a little scared.

She followed the prison guard all the way through the corridor lit up by incandescent lights. The prison guard didn't stop until they passed by the meeting room in the past. She was more sure that the person who came was Jasper. She didn't know why Jasper came here this time. If he needed her help again, could she take the opportunity to trade something, such as temporary freedom?

Thinking all the way, Sheila followed the prison guards through a corridor with glass windows, and finally went to the door of the room where she met Jasper before.

"Well, you can go in now." The prison guard stood at the door and said.

There was a crack in the door. Sheila carefully pushed the door open and saw the man in suit sitting behind the conference table in the sunshine.

Sheila was stunned.

It was not Jasper. The man sitting behind the conference table was the man she had loved and insisted for many years. It was her ex-husband, Francis!

All of a sudden, a sense of inferiority and shame came out of her heart. She felt like she was the emperor in the emperor's new clothes. Before her brain could finish thinking, her body had made a choice instinctively faster than her brain -- she turned around and ran out.

"Sheila." Francis stopped the woman, "What? Don't you dare to see me?"

Sheila stiffened even more. Her former lover and former husband, she had become a prisoner, with rough skin and old appearance, while he was still a well-dressed company manager, still young and handsome. In such a sharp contrast and such a sarcastic scene, she only felt ashamed, and how dare she face Francis directly.

"I remember that you used to be fearless. Why are you so timid now? You didn't even dare to look at me. Is it a sequela of being imprisoned?"

Sheila's face was burning with sarcasm, and her self-esteem was stimulated. She clenched her fists and took a deep breath. Then she suddenly looked back at the man sitting behind the conference table, "Don't dare to see you? Ha-ha, Francis, are you a jackal or an ugly man? I haven't seen you for a long time. I didn't expect you to be so unconfident about your appearance. "

Only those who had nothing could be stung, and t

Drugged one night by her ex-boyfriend, a mysterious man took advantage of her in an ecstatic night filled with sex.

To take her revenge, she married the man, and used him.

"As long as I'm alive, I'm still his legal wife, while all of you are just his mistresses."

She remained adamant even when he was involved in scandals with other women.

Eventually she stormed off after she learned that he had betrayed her again.But life brought her back to him a few years later, to his astonishment.

hat year really dead?"

"How could you ask such a question?" After the exaggerated performance, Sheila had already sorted out her emotions. No matter what Francis's purpose was, she felt that this was a chance. Sheila said ambiguously, "Don't you know about it? You were there too. "

"I just heard from the nurse that the baby was a dead baby, but I didn't see it with my own eyes. In particular, I saw the child at Jasper and Ashley's wedding. He looked so much like Ashley, and even his age was the same. So I came to confirm with you. "

"It has been so many years. Even I have been in prison. Why are you still investigating this kind of thing? It has nothing to do with you whether the child die or not. You and Ashley have already been over." Sheila didn't answer Francis's question directly.

"Sheila, please tell me. This answer is really important to me. You designed it. You must know the truth. I really need a clear answer. "

"It doesn't matter. Do you still want to get back together with Ashley? Humph! " But Sheila didn't answer, "What a lucky dog Ashley is! You two men are surrounding her one by one."

"Sheila!" Francis stressed his voice.

"What are you doing! Why are you so loud? " Sheila didn't show weakness.

Francis thought of asking for help, and softened his voice, "Sheila, tell me, is that child dead or alive?"

"Is there any benefit to tell you?" Sheila asked.

The question was very interesting. Francis's face gradually showed surprise. "So, that child is really alive."

Sheila was a little panic. She didn't say anything just now. "Who said he was still alive? Did I say it! Are you insane? "

"If he were not still alive, how could you ask me for benefits? If the baby is dead, it's a fact I know. You don't have to do that. "