Darlene Garcia loved Avery Gallard for ten years and married him. After two years of marriage, Avery's beloved woman returned. Darlene became an unpardonable sinner and was abandoned by him.
He was mad, and he did everything he could to torture her. Darlene felt her life was like hell.
Until the truth was revealed, Darlene died, and there was nothing left of her.
Avery fainted. When he woke up, he knelt in front of her grave and cried bitterly.
"I beg you, Darlene. Come back. I beg you. If you can open your eyes, I will compensate you. Please look at me again, okay?"

A Wound that Never Heals

From the looks of him, the man in the photo should be at least twenty-four or twenty-five years old, not particularly young.

Based on Callie's high requirements for the man's age and appearance, this one looked a bit worse than the dozens of people she dated before. It should be said that he was really ordinary.

Callie replied with a smirk meme: "Well, I am no longer young. I can't date high school students anyway.

"Those little boys cried when I broke up with them. It was too troublesome. This time, I want to change and date an older one."

Darlene looked at the man in the photo. It was just a side profile, but the more she looked at it, the more familiar she felt it was.

Callie immediately became alert: "What do you mean? Are you interested in my man?"

Darlene packed up the paintings, left the studio, and went to the bedroom. Callie sent another message over.

Chapter 292 Clasp Hands