Goodbye, Mr. Ex: I've Remarried Mr. Right by Czy Season

Henry, who had been worried about Eve, shouted, "Everyone, stop!"

His usual composure was thrown to the wind, replaced by a father's desperate cry.

The trainees, who had been relentlessly frog-jumping across the field, crumpled to the ground. Exhaustion clung to them like a second skin. "Let's see how you're going to make me lose money," Edgar said.

Debra smiled enigmatically, her eyes giving nothing away.

Edgar walked away, and Henry scurried after him.

By nightfall, the intense training had taken its toll. Everyone was too worn out to even lift their forks.

"My legs feel like they're made of lead."

"It's all Debra's fault. If she had just danced earlier, we wouldn't be in this mess."

The complaints echoed through the dining hall, but Debra was nowhere to be found.

puzzled, voiced his thoughts. "What's Edgar playing at? Is he just messing with us, or does he have a

put down his fork and knife and cleared his plate. Tomas shouted

checked the time and headed to the practice field. He was fifteen

he was met with Freya's awkward gaze. "Are you waiting for someone?"

and persisted,

"We're not close. Stay out of

deceived. Debra is married and

growled, his patience wearing

then, Debra strolled over with a scoff. "I thought Miss George was the most high-minded and prideful among the trainees and wouldn't gossip. It seems I

frowned, her voice laced with accusation. "Oscar, you were waiting

two a couple?" Debra

"No," Oscar stated firmly.

told you.

retorted, "Don't limit yourself so rigidly. Does it concern you what he

composed,