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

"Hey! Why are you meddling in a married couple's business?" "But..."

"Come on. Let's just leave."

Randy yanked Erica away, pulling her towards the exit.

Inside the boxing room, Marion's punches were quick, precise, and ruthless. Debra barely dodged, relying on her nimble movements.

Marion frowned, seeing her struggle. He didn't hold back this time, reaching straight for her throat. His fingers stopped just a hair's breadth away. One more inch, and Debra would've been dead.

Her breathing grew rapid. In that split second, the killing intent radiating off Marion had frozen her in place.

"Your enemies won't be as merciful as I am. You can't just dodge every time. Sooner or later, you'll run out of strength."NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

"I know. Again."

By the end of the day, Marion had pushed Debra to her limits. Exhausted, she collapsed into his arms.

Marion muttered, "That's enough for today."

Despite her fatigue, Debra felt a strange sense of satisfaction. She knew this was the only way she could truly learn how to defend herself.

The next morning, she headed to the Nichols Group.

The receptionist didn't know her. "Excuse me, Miss. Who are you here to see?"

"I'm here to see Mr. Nichols."

"Do you have an appointment?"

"No."

"I'm sorry, but Mr. Nichols's schedule is packed. If you don't have an appointment..."

Before the receptionist could finish, Debra handed over her business card.

"Still need an appointment?"

The receptionist's eyes widened in surprise. It was Juan's wife in the flesh.

These past few days, the media had been buzzing with news about the two of them. Debra looked even more beautiful than in the headlines.

"My apologies, ma'am. I'll notify Mr. Nichols right away."

The receptionist quickly called Joe, who immediately rushed downstairs to greet Debra.

He was visibly surprised to see Debra, as she rarely visited.

"What's wrong? Not happy to see me?"

"Not at all, ma'am. Please, this way."

Joe escorted her to the private elevator reserved for the CEO.

"Mr. Nichols is still in a meeting. I'm afraid you'll have to wait in the reception room for a bit."

"That's fine."

Stepping out of the elevator, Debra caught a glimpse of Juan through the glass walls of the meeting room. Their eyes met for a moment. Joe opened the door to the reception room. "Ma'am, please wait here."

"Alright."

Debra sat on the sofa, quietly waiting for Juan to finish his meeting.

In a short while, the door swung open. Debra, absorbed in her phone, didn't notice right away. When she glanced up, she saw a cup of tea placed in front of her.

"How much longer will the meeting take?"

Receiving no answer, she raised her head, only to find Juan sitting across from her.

"It wasn't an important meeting. I came out early," he said.

Though they hadn't seen each other in days, Juan looked the same as always.

Debra asked, "Has the divorce agreement been finalized?"