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

Debra remembered that in her past life, after she married into the Nichols family, Violet had always lived overseas. It wasn't until the fourth year of her marriage that Violet returned.

And the reason for her return was simple. Her husband had developed a gambling addiction. Although Violet was still dressed well, her wealth had been exhausted. Her husband sent her back to ask the Nichols family for money. In this timeline, it was only the second year of her marriage. Her return was out of the timeline.

It seemed that since Debra's rebirth, more than just a few things had deviated from the original course. And Violet was someone particularly difficult to deal with.

"You must be Debra," Violet sneered, sizing her up. "You're not bad-looking. No wonder Juan keeps revolving around you."

Debra's head was throbbing with a dull ache. She wasn't in the mood to play verbal games with this woman. "Mrs. Sosa, what do you want?"

Violet stiffened, suspicion flashing across her eyes. "How did you know my identity?"Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Debra realized she had spoken without thinking. It was too late to take it back now, so she calmly replied, "Juan mentioned you."

Though still suspicious, Violet quickly remembered the purpose of her visit.

"Then you must know I'm Juan's aunt."

"Yes, a distant relative."

A distant relative had no right to interfere in their family business, and Debra's words made her smile falter.

"I just returned to the country, and Melody told me about what's been going on between you and Juan. You've seen the news today, haven't you?" "Unfortunately, I haven't."

Violet was momentarily speechless, not expecting such a response.

"If you don't have anything else to say, I'm going to close the door now," Debra said, motioning toward the door.

Violet stuck her hand out to block it. Dropping her pretense, she pushed past Debra and walked straight into the house. The bodyguards followed her in. Debra let out a sarcastic laugh. "Is this a forced entry now?"

"What? Don't be ridiculous. I'm Juan's aunt. Do you think I'd come to this dump if Melody didn't ask me to?" Violet spat, her voice full of contempt. Debra could barely keep from laughing out loud.

Violet was here at the behest of

Melody, who didn't want to lower et

herself by coming in person. Violet, unaware she was being used, had waltzed right into the trap.

"Juan isn't here. I'm the only one living here right now," Debra said icily. "Are you going to leave, or should I call the police?"

"Debra, think carefully about this,"

Violet warned. "You're nothing but a laughingstock right now. You've already divorced Juan. What's the point of clinging? Melody has made it clear that you're not getting any money. Just give it up."

Debra wasn't the least bit phased by Violet's callous attitude, which reminded her all too much of Melody. "Who said I'm clinging on?"

"If you're not, why are you hiding Juan? Don't you know who he is? He's the CEO of the Nichols Group and you've dragged him onto some low-class reality show. What do you think that does to our family's reputation?"

Violet sounded righteous, as if she were a part of the Nichols family.