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

Chapter 1355

Marion drove through the night, streetlights flickering across his face.

A weathered old newspaper lay crumpled in the passenger seat, its yellow pages detailing every grim detail of that decade-old kidnapping case, but not a trace of warmth touched his expression.

When he reached the coast, he killed the engine. Clutching the newspaper, he strode to the water's edge. A lighter flashed in his hand. Flames crawled across the brittle paper, casting dancing shadows on his tense jawline. He watched until the last ember died, then scattered the ashes across the sand.

...

Debra had drifted into an uneasy sleep.

Her dreams swirled with half-remembered fragments—a ship's deck, choking smoke, a cramped dark space.

Saltwater stung her nostrils as waves pressed down on her face. She thrashed against the suffocation until she was exhausted and helplessly sank into the water.

Suddenly, a child's scream pierced the darkness. "Brother, save me."

Debra jolted awake. The fading image of a faceless boy running toward her lingered. Then came the phantom stench of a filthy car trunk.

couldn't remember the face, but

unease, one she'd

she pulled herself

to confirm. She had to know the

voices crowded

you get that scar on

look like a

do you remember anything

louder and more chaotic until Ivan's voice stood

locked attic

trap, and every instinct screamed not to

another voice told her otherwise. She had to

in hand, she

The

still lingered in

impossible to shake off.