Goodbye, Mr. Ex: I've Remarried Mr. Right

With Debra presumed dead, he had to arrange her funeral and handle the divorce paperwork for the Nichols family once again.

Juan let out a sudden laugh. It was a sound of resignation. "Alright, let's do as my grandma says."

After all, his whole life seemed to be just a puppet dance orchestrated by the Nichols family.

News of the grand funeral for Mrs. Nichols reached Debra's ears. The event was being held on a massive scale, almost as if to ensure that everyone in the high society circles knew about it. Invitations were sent out to industry elites, entrepreneurs, and philanthropists, each of them holding a significant position in the business world.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Debra looked at the invitation in her hands, her lips curling into a sneer. Cutting off useless ties was a common tactic used by the Nichols family.

It was the same in her previous life and this too.

"What should we do, Ms. Frazier?" Ben asked.

They hadn't anticipated the Nichols family's rush to hold the funeral. If Debra were officially declared dead, things would become complicated.

"Since the invitation has already reached me, not going would seem a bit inappropriate," she said seriously. "Not expecting to attend my own funeral one day."

She was curious about what kind of funeral Juan would organize. 'Would it be a commercial banquet or a solemn church service praying for my soul to rest in peace?' "But your identity..."

"Juan no longer has any leverage to challenge the McKinney Group. Thus, there's no need to hide my identity any longer."

Debra looked forward to the funeral, which would happen the day after

tomorrow, wondering what expressions Melody and Shelia would wear when they saw her.

She still had a score to settle with Shelia.

The next day, as Melody went out to handle the final arrangements for Debra's funeral, only Shelia was left at the Nichols family's house. Seeing her opportunity, she went upstairs and opened the door to Debra's former bedroom. She had said from the start that she would move in eventually, and now, her dream was about to come true.

Shelia entered the room, lit some incense, and opened the wardrobe. Inside were Debra's clothes, a collection of high-end brands that nearly dazzled her eyes.

Sophie, who came to her service, was passing by when she noticed the door to Debra's room ajar. Puzzled, she went upstairs and pushed the door open, only to find Shelia standing in front of the dressing mirror, flaunting her figure in one of Debra's dresses. Sophie was shocked. "What are you doing in Mrs. Nichols' room, holding her clothes?"

Shelia showed no sign of panic. She turned to face Sophie and said calmly, Debra is dead, and I am carrying Juan's child. Everything here will be mine. You're just a hired servant. How dare you lecture me?"

"You... How can you be so uncultured? You're not even close to Mrs. Nichols in any way," Sophie retorted.

She had worked for the Nichols family for many years and had never been spoken to like this.

Unfazed, Shelia sneered at her. "A servant is just a servant. When I become Mrs. Nichols, you'll be the first one I kick out."

Her threat caused Sophie to turn pale.