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

Debra sat on the edge of the bed, staring at her phone. The trending post about her scandal still hadn't been taken down, and the comment section had become a warzone.

[Rich people are all the same. They play around behind each other's backs. No one's clean.]

[Remember when Debra got into Arcane Academy by pulling strings?]

[A friend of mine went to school with her. She was wild, always partying.]

[I used to feel sorry for her, but now? She deserves everything coming her way.]

[Word is Juan used to adore Debra, but after she started fooling around, he found a mistress. The mistress got pregnant, and that forced Debra to stage her kidnapping to trick him and milk the Nichols family for money.]

The rumors got more and more ridiculous, making Debra roll her eyes before finally closing the app.

Her phone buzzed with an incoming call from an unknown number. Debra answered it, only to be greeted by a deranged voice on the other end.

"You filthy bitch. Stay away from my idol."

"And who exactly is your idol?"

"You better listen carefully. My idol is Michael. If you even think about going near him again, we true fans won't let you off easy."

Debra found herself chuckling. "I'm recording this call. Expect a lawsuit."

She hung up, pulled out her SIM card, and tossed it into the trash.This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

Since her number had been leaked, she knew a barrage of calls and texts would follow. Peace was a luxury she wouldn't be enjoying anytime soon.

As dusk settled in, there was a

knock on the door downstairs. Debra

thought it might be Juan returning, but when she opened the door, she was met

as met by four men in black suits.

She stood there in her simple house clothes, draped in a mustard blanket. Leaning against the doorframe, she asked, "Who are you looking for?" "Mrs. Nichols Sr. sent us to bring Mr. Nichols home," replied the four men.

They wore badges from the Nichols Group.

Debra raised an eyebrow. "He's not here. Try somewhere else."

She was about to close the door, but the leader of the group stopped her.

"Ms. Frazier, we need your cooperation," he demanded.

Just then, a well-dressed woman stepped out of a Bentley parked nearby She wore a pearl necklace, and her diamond ring sparkled. Yet, for all her elegance, she couldn't shake a certain cheapness.

"This tacky place mimics some wealthy estate. If it were me, I wouldn't step foot in here even if the show's producers begged me."

Her sharp voice grated on Debra's nerves. It was oddly familiar.

The woman swayed her hips

dramatically with every step she took, trying to show off her so-called charm. She removed her

sunglasses, revealing a pair of

beautiful eyes with hardly a net

in sight. Despite being in herdate thirties, her skin was smooth and well-maintained. There was no doubt that she had once been a stunning beauty.

Debra recognized her immediately.

This was Melody's niece, Violet Sosa. She had married into a wealthy family abroad and hadn't been back for years.

Her visit surprised Debra.