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

Chapter 1357

Drake carried Debra downstairs on his back.

A warm teardrop hit his shoulder. He frowned, glancing sideways at her unconscious face. Even when she passed out, her brows stayed furrowed. Tears kept soaking into his shirt.

"What a fool," he muttered.

Andrew slumped against the wall. The tiny attic room glowed with remnants of Debra's childhood. This had been her sanctuary years ago.

Back then, when her parents were busy with business, they'd leave her at the Potter Mansion for weeks. Young Debra's first word wasn't Mama or Papa. It was Brother.

She'd trailed him everywhere like a shadow.

The mansion's vast emptiness scared her at night. She'd cry until he moved her bed near the attic's stained- glass window. His mother had joked that he would have a good husband someday, just like his dad.

Debra's laughter had thawed the mansion's cold halls. She'd painted his gray world in color.

like coals as he flicked open a lighter.

fire grew fast and

that she would marry a prince one day. He had once

he wasn't. He could never

the attic, it was a struggle for him, as if every movement took immense

Barton's voice pierced the

the attic entrance, then

Before he

"Wait."

"But the..."

"Wait."

to let it burn. Those traces of Debra's painful past should be reduced to

these

memories. Now they were daggers waiting to stab her heart. They