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.

had anticipated Debra's disinterest in such things. She wasn't the type to harm others. She always tried to be accommodating,

wouldn't let herself get taken advantage

downstairs, casually taking the seat Debra had just vacated. He picked up

me," Andrew replied, blowing on his coffee. "Someone

brows furrowing. "Your coffee tastes

added some vinegar

wore a black veil

face, her figure wrapped in a black

arrangements.

already gathered, and most of the media had

portrait, but she didn't feel

reaped what

a bright future. With Juan's support, she could have studied abroad, returned to a decent

that kind of person. She was greedy, ruthless and solely focused on using men to climb the ladder. She had never thought of