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

Shelia's face drained of color as the recording played. Juan's gaze sharpened, his eyes cold and accusatory as he turned to her.

She trembled, rushing over to smash the recorder. She pointed at it and stammered, "This is fake. I never said any of this. Juan, don't be fooled. Debra is just jealous of me carrying your child. She's trying to drive a wedge between us."

She attempted to step closer to Juan, but he held up a hand, stopping her in her tracks. His voice was filled with unprecedented disgust. "Two million dollars to kill Debra, using the baby in your womb to become Mrs. Nichols.. I never knew you were such a woman." "Juan..." Shelia shook her head vehemently, tears welling up in her eyes. They're framing me; this isn't true."NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

Debra watched with cold detachment. She knew that nothing Shelia said would convince Juan now.

"I'll leave the kidnappers and the recording to you. Take your time interrogating them. You can have the recording verified by experts. Since Shelia is pregnant with your child, how she should be punished is up to you. now." Debra turned to Ben and said, "Let's go." ""Yes, madam."

As Debra turned to leave, Juan reached out, grabbing her arm from behind. In an instant, Debra pulled away, her expression one of revulsion. She shot him a cold glance, her voice sharp and unyielding.

"Take down this funeral as you leave. It's ominous," she said.

"Yes, madam," Ben replied, stepping between Debra and Juan. "Mr. Nichols, watch your manners."

Juan narrowed his eyes. "Who are you to stop me?"

Joe, sensing the escalating tension, quickly led a group of men into the church, blocking Debra's path.

Debra frowned slightly, unsurprised by Juan's tactics. He was used to being autocratic in Seamar City, and no one ever dared to stand in his way.

"Debra, stay. Don't force me," Juan said, his tone threatening.

Debra turned around, her expression defiant. "And if I don't?"

Just then, footsteps echoed outside the church. Joe heard it and approached Juan. "Sir, it seems to be Marion's people."

Outside, Marion's men stood in black uniforms, the Houston family emblem emblazoned on their chests. The Houston family had been out of the scene for years, but their influence in Seamar City was undeniable. No one dared to stop them.

Marion, dressed in a white shirt and military boots, stood next to Debra like a towering protector. Behind him, twenty enforcers stood at attention, their presence commanding and intimidating. The atmosphere in the church grew heavy instantly, the tension palpable. "Mr. Nichols, how can you act tough without involving me?" Marion said, putting on a pair of gloves. "My men are itching for a fight. It's been a while."

"Marion?"

Juan's gaze flicked between Marion and Debra, his eyes turning red with realization.

"You've been with Marion all this time?"

"Didn't you see that already?" Debra raised an eyebrow. "I advise you to sign the divorce agreement and don't make me resort to extreme measures, or you'll regret it."