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

Debra woke up groggily, unsure how long she had been out. The room around her was pitch black, and memories started to rush back.

She remembered that she had been thrown into this dark room by Drake's people.

A sharp pain shot through her arm, causing her to suck in a breath. She instinctively tried to pull her arm away, but a man's voice cut through the darkness. "Don't move."

"Who are you?"

A nurse turned on a flashlight, and Debra squinted against the sudden brightness.

"You've got a fever," the nurse explained, "Mr. Lowe ordered us to treat you."

Debra glanced at the discarded plastic packaging on the floor. It said fever medication.

She relaxed slightly, though her tone remained cold. "How long does Drake plan on keeping me locked up in here?"

"That's up to Mr. Lowe," the doctor said without any emotion. "We don't question his decisions."

Seeing that they were only there to treat her, Debra pressed further. "Is he planning to kill me?"

"If Mr. Lowe wanted you dead, he wouldn't have sent us to help you," the nurse replied.

eyes. "Fine. I need to use the

caught the doctor

obsession with watching people use the bathroom?" Her eyes flicked to the two-way mirror

up

permission. I don't mind, as long as he doesn't

a brow, surprised

he refused, it would imply he had some vulgar interest in watching women use the restroom, which would

getting out of hand. We should teach her a

her go," Drake

"What?"

let her go. Are you

do it right

the small, dark room.

with relief, struggling to her feet as the nurse helped her.

led out

place was a labyrinth. She realized they were on

up!" Peter urged

him sullenly. "I