From Heartbreak to Happily Ever After Novel

Marion’s people retreated. Rosalie, her forehead beaded with sweat, clutched her chest. “That scared me to death. How could those people be so rude? Debra, you must talk to Juan. If he doesn’t give up, what will we do?

“Don’t worry about this, Aunt Rosalie,” Debra replied nonchalantly, tugging at Marion. “Come upstairs with me.”

Marion, typically defiant and brash, followed her like a well–trained pup. Ralph mused, “Are Marion and Debra dating each other?”

Rosalie waved a dismissive hand. “Come on. Who is Marion? How could he possibly be interested in our Debra? She’s now a divorced woman.”

Ralph countered, “So what if she’s divorced? Weren’t we in the same. situation?

“That’s not the same,” Rosalie argued.

Debra led Marion into her room, shutting the door firmly behind them. “What brings you here?”

She was certain she hadn’t invited him along today.

“You must have given Juan the information about Shelia, right?” Marion’s gaze was intense, his voice tinged with what seemed like jealousy.

Debra didn’t deny it. She had her reasons, and she wanted Juan to find out the truth sooner rather than later, ensuring Shelia’s swift imprisonment.

Marion whispered, “You know Juan. Once he finds out the truth, he’ll handle Shelia first and then come for you.”

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Marion hesitated before admitting, “Randy said that saving a damsel in distress makes for a more impressive appearance.”

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Debra rolled her eyes, reaching for the door handle. “You just don’t learn. from good examples.”

Before she could open the door, Marion grabbed her arm and pressed her against the door. The room was dimly lit, and his voice was tinged with melancholy. “Who will be standing by your side?”

Debra averted her gaze. “I don’t think I mentioned anyone specific.”

“Whoever it is, if it’s not me, they’re a scoundrel.”

“That’s unfair.”

“I am never a good person,” he said with a smile. “But how could I not consider you my future wife?”

Debra managed to push him away. “Nice try.”

She opened the door, only to find Ralph standing outside, looking somewhat awkward.

Ralph said, “Debra, come. I need to talk to you.”

“Okay,” she agreed, following behind Ralph.

He glanced back at Marion and whispered, “Debra, be honest with me. Is there something between you and Marion?”

Debra replied, “We’re not what you think.”

“But I see that Marion has an interest in you,” Ralph said thoughtfully. “Listen to me. Stay away from such a man. You never know what kind of stormy future you might face.”