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.

Juan left the room, her mind replayed the dream over and

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

of Shelia taking the ring from her

'Could it be Shelia?'

the covers and made her way

seemed at odds with his usual composed

"I'll do it."

out of bed? Go

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

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

walked over

turned of

and

needs to simmer

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I'll order takeout," Juan muttered while

burnt oatmeal and smiled wryly.

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