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

Debra took a couple of steps back and asked casually, "How about we just chat for a bit?"

"Chat..." Juan started to respond but hesitated.

He wasn't exactly the best at small talk. Still, with Debra in front of him, the only thing running through his mind was the question he always wanted to ask. "What is going on between you and Marion now?" Instead, he said, "How have you been lately?"

"Good," Debra answered without much thought. "And you?"

"Not so good."

Her eyebrows shot up in surprise at his blunt answer. Pausing, she glanced up at the camera and said, "Cut that part out. I'll ask again."

Playing it cool, she repeated the question, "So, how have you been lately?"

Watching her busy herself with cooking, Juan realized she was just trying to get some material for the show. He let out a soft laugh and replied, "Great."

"Good to hear," Debra said, turning her attention back to the stew.

The day had slipped by, and the sky would darken in a few hours. According to the production team, the night sky by the coast here was supposed to be stunning. Later, Debra and Juan sat outside on the porch, the cool sea breeze brushing their faces. Juan thoughtfully draped a blanket over her shoulders.

Inside the production tent, the team couldn't help but smile at the peaceful scene on the monitor.

at the phone buzzing on the table and

"Boss, someone's calling you."

an unknown number

"Who's this?"

"Marion Houston."

director didn't even pause before hanging up.

was that? Why'd you

call.

would ever call a nobody like him. 'The scammers these days

at his phone, his face darkening. Randy noticed Marion's expression and cleared his

who could've made that call. You dial

en

glare. "Book me a ticket to

made it clear. You're not allowed

asked icily, "Who are you more afraid of?

swallowed hard. In

and power,

Andrew. But in

force?

him more.