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.

her mind replayed the

death, why did Juan speak of revenge? Could it be

from her finger in the morgue suddenly flashed through

'Could it be Shelia?'

covers and made her

with his usual composed nature. Debra watched in silence. In her previous

"I'll do it."

of bed? Go

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

the phone and, seeing the numerous missed calls, immediately sensed the

over

turned of

and

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order takeout," Juan muttered

at the nearly burnt

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taste, and