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

"No, it doesn't," the cameraman stammered, conflicted as he glanced at the lens.

What none of them realized was that the camera had already switched over, and their conversation had been broadcast live to the whole audience.

[Report: we have a couple not trying hard enough in this competition.]

[LOL, everyone else is playing seriously, and then there's the Debra-Juan duo trying to bend the rules.]

[Why am I finding Juan so attractive right now? Like, who cares about winning? His girl comes first.]

...

Debra could barely manage a smile now. She could imagine what kind of storm was brewing online because of their exchange. She just hoped Marion wouldn't see this.

As time ticked by, the weather began to change.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Debra glanced at the sky. "Is it about to rain?"

"Looks like it," Juan replied as he dug into his backpack, pulling out a simple raincoat, prepared in advance by the production team.

"Put this on," he said, handing it to Debra.

"Wait, what about you?" she asked, noticing there was only one raincoat.

Juan zipped the backpack closed and slung it over his shoulder, answering calmly, "As long as you stay dry, I'm good."

"But..."

"There's only one raincoat," the cameraman chimed in quietly, though loud enough for the audience to hear.

[Are you serious? They knew it would rain and only packed one raincoat?]

[Come on, this has got to be for show. The producers did this on purpose, right?]

[Look at Debra's face. She's about two seconds from exploding.]

[This is just cruel. They're out there in the wilderness, and the show's messing with them for entertainment. What if they get sick?]

...

Debra glared at the cameraman, who bowed his head.

It wasn't his fault. It was all part of the producers' plan.

Debra wasn't slow to figure out the angle the showrunners were playing. They wanted drama.

The production team did this for one reason only: to create hype.

Following the usual formula, as the

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guests arrived on the island and a heavy rainstorm hit, they discovered that there was only one raincoat, their backpack. Naturally, the guests were upset, and some even argued with the production team. This was exactly the kind of drama they were looking for.

Taking a deep breath, Debra suppressed her anger. "Tell the director this. If the rain gets worse, we're turning back."

The cameraman looked surprised. "Aren't you going to try a little longer? The other teams are sticking it out. Shouldn't you show some competitive spirit?"

Debra's brow furrowed. "We have a

competitive spirit, but first and foremost, we need to survive. This is an undeveloped area. We trusted the show enough to come here, but you're telling me you didn't even give us the basic safety gear? That's irresponsible."

Her stern response left the cameraman speechless.

Meanwhile, the livestream's comment section was blowing up, just as the producers had hoped.

[For real, if I were out there without proper gear, I'd call the police.]

[How is this any different from paying people to put themselves in danger?]

[Debra is blunt. The other teams are all too scared to say anything.]

Behind the scenes, the director and his team were sweating bullets. The live chat had erupted with complaints, and their private

messages were flooding with angry fans demanding they shut the

competition down immediately.