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

Ralph chimed in, "That's right. Mr. Nichols, your trip here is unnecessary. Debra isn't going anywhere with you."

"Honey," Rosalie interjected, gently tugging at Ralph's sleeve. "Marital issues should be resolved between the couple themselves. Why are you getting involved?"

She turned to Juan, a polite smile plastered on her face. "Mr. Nichols, you've come all this way to pick up our Debra at this late hour. It shows your devotion. Debra, don't be angry anymore. Just go back with Mr. Nichols."

She winked at Debra, urging her to comply. Yet, Debra seemed to look right through her, feigning ignorance.

Juan stepped closer to Debra, lowering himself to her level. His eyes were filled with genuine affection. "I've sent Shelia to prison."

Debra met his gaze, her voice calm and collected. "Are you sharing this with me to prove something?"

"I know everything she did," Juan continued, eager to explain. "She killed her friend and stole her identity. My relationship with her was a mistake from the start. Debra, I will not fail you ever again. That night, Shelia drugged me, and in my state, I mistook her for you." "That's enough." Debra cut him off. "I have no interest in what transpired between you two. You don't need to confess your wrongdoings to me. After all, we've already established that this is merely a business marriage. I couldn't care less about your love affairs." Juan was left speechless, a lump forming in his throat. 'So, Debra has never cared, not from the beginning, nor now.Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

The frosty atmosphere made Rosalie anxious. She quickly stepped forward, nudging Debra. "Debra, have yo

nudging Debra. "Debra, have you lost your senses? Mr. Nichols has ended.

things with that woman. Why are you still being so stubborn? Listen to me and go back with him. Don't make him upset."

Debra remained unmoved. Rosalie, feeling the heat of the situation, turned to Juan. "Mr. Nichols, Debra just has a bit of a temper. Don't worry, I'll handle this. She will go back with you tonight."

Debra slammed her hand against the back of the chair, her sharp gaze sweeping over Rosalie, causing her to recoil. "Are you in charge of this house? Since when?"

Rosalie shrank back, her voice weak. "Well, I am an elder. I'm only doing this for your happiness. Offending Mr. Nichols isn't good for you."

"I call you aunt because of your seniority, but that doesn't mean you can make decisions for me. Do you understand?" Debra interrupted coldly.

"Yes, I understand," Rosalie conceded, albeit unwillingly.

After all, Debra was the eldest daughter of the Frazier family and the current head of the household.

The Frazier family rules were strict, and Rosalie, a second wife with little standing, could only defer to Debra.

"This is how it is, Mr. Nichols," Debra declared, standing her ground. "My family is not any less significant than yours. I'm content living here. When you're ready to sign the divorce agreement, come back and find me." She stood up, preparing to retreat upstairs and end the conversation. But Juan reached out to grab her arm, his eyes pleading. "Debra, don't go."

Ralph stepped forward. "Juan, please conduct yourself at my place."