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

"I didn't mean it."

"Just heed my advice. Marion's sweet-talk game is stronger than you think. The

news must have covered both kidnapping cases. Figure out why those three are

hiding it from you."

Drake went back to his room, leaving Debra outside.

Her mind was a mess. She couldn't understand why even Marion chose not to tell

her the truth.

Footsteps creaked upstairs. Debra looked up to see Ivan descending.

Her eyes narrowed. "I told you not to clean the second floor and above. What

were you doing up there?"

Ivan stammered, "I'm sorry. Someone mentioned the attic hadn't been cleaned in

years. I wanted to help."

"Attic?"

"The one on the third floor. It's locked, so I came down."

Debra's pulse quickened as she realized the mastermind was feeding her clues

through Ivan.

She played dumb. "Alright. Remember, don't come up here again without my

permission."

"Yes, Mrs. Houston." Ivan retreated.

Debra stared at the staircase for a while and turned to look at Andrew's room. It

was closed and not guarded.

She approached, but her hand

hovered near the knob. That

kidnapping case was a permanent

scar for Andrew. Mentioning it would

do nothing but hurt him again.

She turned away and headed back to her room.

Behind the door, Andrew sat rigidly in his wheelchair. Only when her footsteps

faded did he unclench his fists.

If Debra had knocked on the door

and walked in to ask him everything,

he wouldn't have been able to hide

without leaving any traces.Content

Fortunately, she didn't come in and put him in a tight spot.

If possible he hoped that she knew

nothing. Those things were all in the

past. Remembering them brought

nothing but pain.

Barton entered, holding an old key. "Sir, the attic key."

Andrew took it, the metal cold in his palm. "Some things shouldn't remain."

He turned to the window and unclenched his fist. The key slipped from his fingers,

vanishing into the garden below.noveldrama

The attic held his most precious mementos. Yet his face stayed blank, the pain

locked deeper than any vault.

Barton froze, unsure of what to say.