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

"Thank you for your kind offer, but I don't think it's necessary," Debra sighed, setting her glass down. "Honestly, whether the Nichols family stays intact or not doesn't matter much to me." She got up and headed toward the door.

Andrew called after her, "I thought you weren't interested in the funeral."

"I'll just take a look." Debra grabbed a mask and slipped it on.

The funeral for Shelia was grand, and she could blend into the crowd easily.

Andrew turned to Barton. "Give her my invitation."

"Yes, sir." Barton pulled the funeral invitation from his pocket and handed it to Debra. She glanced at it and raised an eyebrow. "Now you can't deny you've planned this." Clearly, Andrew had been waiting for this moment.

Without another word, Debra turned and left the house.

Barton spoke. "Sir, it seems Mrs. Houston doesn't want to spread the rumors."

"We'll help her," Andrew said.

such things. She wasn't the type to harm others. She always tried to be accommodating, sometimes to

she wouldn't let herself get taken advantage of, a contradiction

just vacated. He picked up the coffee on

coffee. "Someone else

paused mid-sip, his brows furrowing.

unfazed. "I accidentally added some vinegar

a black veil

in

arrangements.

arrived, the guests had already gathered, and most

gaze fell on Shelia's portrait, but

reaped what

she had kept her ambitions in check, she might have had a bright future. With Juan's support, she could have studied

was greedy, ruthless and solely focused on using men to climb the ladder. She had never