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

Debra jolted awake, drenched in cold sweat.

Juan was nearby, soaking a towel. When he noticed she was awake, he asked, "Do you want something to eat?"

The sight of Juan only deepened her fear. Instinctively, she scooted away from him, a motion he couldn't help but notice. "Did you have a nightmare?" he asked.

It was indeed a nightmare.

In her dream, it felt as if she had been transported to her past life. She had observed everything as a ghost.

When she had seen the gravestone, the pain of dying on the operating table had rushed through her all over again.

"I..."

Juan silenced her with a look, mouthing, "There's a camera."

Debra composed himself and forced a smile. "Yeah, just a bad dream."

"You've got a fever," Juan said, glancing at the thermometer. "101 degrees Fahrenheit. I'm making some oatmeal for you, and the medicine is on the table."

"Okay," Debra replied smoothly.

left the room, her mind replayed

was a glimpse of events after my death, why did Juan speak of revenge? Could

scene of Shelia taking the ring from her finger in the morgue suddenly flashed through Debra's

'Could it be Shelia?'

off the covers and

stirring a pot of oatmeal. His clumsy movements seemed at odds with his usual composed nature. Debra watched in silence. In her previous life, he had never cooked for her. After all,

"I'll do it."

out of bed? Go

his phone. "Your phone's been ringing nonstop.

seeing the numerous

over to the

turned of

heat, and said,

to simmer on

it'll

S." t

it, I'll order takeout," Juan muttered

the nearly burnt oatmeal and smiled

a

taste, and