Goodbye, Mr. Ex: I've Remarried Mr. Right

Marion was teaching Debra with utmost seriousness. He stood behind her, grasping her hands firmly.

"Focus on your target," he said, "and keep your hands steady."

Debra stared at the bullseye in the distance, trying to steady her breath. Under Marion's guidance, she fired her first shot.NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

The sound of the gunshot echoed through the room, startling Randy, who was about to enter with tea.

"Oh my goodness, you're already shooting."

The recoil from the handgun made Debra's hands go numb. Marion massaged her wrists gently.

"This is normal," he reassured her. "You'll get used to it with practice."

"Wow. Bullseye. Who shot that?" Randy looked at Marion. "Did you give Debra some special treatment?"

"She has excellent physical conditioning," Marion replied. "She doesn't need any special treatment."

Debra knew her physical condition was top-notch. Ever since her rebirth, she had been jogging every morning to keep herself fit. Adding to that, her previous training as a trainee had honed her body to near perfection. "Impressive, my hero and heroes!" Randy commented as he poured tea for them. "By the way, training is important, but make sure not to get calluses on your hands. It's easy for people to notice." "How can you be a sharpshooter without calluses?" Debra asked.

"Easy, get some cosmetic treatments, or just don't handle guns for a long time. The calluses will disappear naturally."

"I hope she never has to touch a gun again," Marion said, putting the gun away. "Debra, I'll be with you all day for practice. Don't expect me to go easy on you. This is about your survival."

"I won't complain," Debra replied, picking up the gun and starting to shoot on her own.

Adapting to the handgun's recoil took time. To improve her coordination, Marion took her to Randy's mansion for a boxing session in the afternoon.

"Punch."

"Left hook."

"Right hook."

Debra's movements were precise, but Marion frowned. "Stop."

Debra paused, and Marion said, "Hit me."

"Hit you?" Debra hesitated for a moment before throwing a punch.

It landed on Marion, who showed no reaction. "Not enough force."

Debra took a deep breath and threw another punch, but this time, Marion dodged it quickly.

"You're cheating," Debra exclaimed.

"Your opponent won't just stand there and let you hit them," Marion explained. "You need to anticipate their movements and strike where they can't dodge." Marion's words made Debra think deeply.

"Again," he said.

The sound of their sparring filled the boxing room for the rest of the afternoon. Through the door crack, Randy and Erica watched in awe.

When Debra was being restrained by Marion, Erica stomped her foot in anger. "Marion is so rough. He's hopeless."

Randy couldn't help but click his tongue. "That's him. If he keeps this up, I bet Debra will run away."

Erica frowned. "I won't let that happen. I have to stop this."