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 dream

speak of revenge? Could it be that he wasn't the one who removed all the type A blood in the

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

'Could it be Shelia?'

covers and made her way

odds with his usual

"I'll do it."

of bed? Go back and

phone. "Your phone's been ringing nonstop.

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