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



The conclusion drawn was that Debra had deliberately found an excuse to let Juan go.

She explained, "I don't think Joe was telling a lie. This has nothing to do with Juan.

The situation had caught her off guard, and she had doubted Juan would resort to such despicable methods. Looking back, the plot was riddled with flaws.

If Juan wanted to capture her, he wouldn't have stooped down to collaborate with someone like Rosalie. Something didn't add up.

Despite her desire to divorce Juan, she didn't want to accuse him without just cause.

Debra turned to Marion, her expression earnest. "I know you're worried about me and went to great lengths to deal with Juan. But in the end, I let him go. I..."

Marion reached out and flicked her forehead. Debra's eyes widened in surprise. Marion looked at her with a gaze filled with affection.

"What's there to explain?"

"I feel quite sorry for you."

"Do what you want to do with confidence. You have me behind you."

His simple words seemed to provide her with the strongest support.

Meanwhile, Rosalie and her son Stanley were in a state of panic. Rosalie paced back and forth in the living room. How could Juan be arrested? Who in Seamar City had the guts to arrest him? If the police investigate and it leads back to us, we're doomed."

The Frazier family didn't possess the power to protect themselves from such scrutiny. Even though Stanley was a minor, he had suffered a lot in prison due to the last kidnapping case.

Stanley, although anxious, found solace in the fact that he had kept a backup plan. His phone was filled with compromising photos of Debra. It was a secret weapon he believed would keep him safe.

Suddenly, the door burst open with a resounding bang. A group of men stormed into the house, their presence commanding and intimidating. Stanley had witnessed such scenes before, but the sight still made his legs go weak.

Marion entered the room, his arm protectively wrapped around Debra. The sight of them sent a shiver down Rosalie's and Stanley's spines, their faces paling in unison.

Debra's clothes were torn, and she was draped in Marion's coat, a silent testament to the ordeal she had endured.

Debra sneered, "Aunt Rosalie, are you surprised to see me back?"

"You..." Rosalie swallowed hard, her voice barely audible. "I only wanted what's best for you. I didn't want you to miss out on such a good match with Mr. Nichols. Although the method was wrong, it was all in the best interest of you and our family. For this sake and my contribution to the family, you..."

"For my best interests?" Debra's laughter cut through Rosalie's pleas like a knife. "It's for your wealth and status, isn't it?"Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

"How could you say that? I really..."

Her protests were silenced by a resounding slap. She crumpled to the ground, her face instantly swelling from the impact.

Stanley rushed forward. "How dare you hit my mother?"

Unfazed, Debra slapped him across the face. He attempted to retaliate but was quickly subdued by Marion's men.

Debra squatted in front of him. "Do you think I don't know that those photos were taken by you?"