From Heartbreak to Happily Ever After Novel

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“Alright, please wait here for a moment,” said the nurse, leaving Shelia alone in the morgue.

Shelia stepped forward and lifted the white cloth, revealing the lifeless body beneath. Debra’s face was bloodless, with dark circles beneath her eyes. It was a far cry from the refined lady she used to be.

Debra looked at her body with a wry smile. In her previous life, she had tortured herself for Juan, ending. up in such a miserable state. It seemed all for nothing.

“Debra, don’t blame me for this. Only by your death can i take the position of Mrs. Nichols,” Shella murmured, slipping the ring off the corpse’s finger for a closer look. © NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

Debra remembered that ring. It was given to her by Melody after she got pregnant. Melody had said she was the only hostess of the Nichols family. Now, it all seemed like a cruel joke.

“I didn’t expect Juan to give you the heirloom ring,” Shelia mused, slipping the ring onto her own finger. But it doesn’t matter. From today on, this ring belongs to me.”

Debra was surprised by the revelation. She found it hard to believe.

She remembered happily telling Melody about her pregnancy, and Melody had been so caring, event saying she would prepare a gift. When Debra went upstairs, she saw the ring on the table along with a note that read: For you.

She suspected the ring was given by Juan and not Melody. Then she dismissed the thought. Given how much Juan loathed her, he couldn’t possibly give her the heirloom ring.

Everything felt so strange, so off. Debra wanted to clarify what was happening, but the scene shifted abruptly.

Juan stormed into the hospital in the evening, his face a mask of fury. He grabbed the doctor by the collar, demanding to know who signed the death certificate. She rarely saw Juan lose control like this. Just as she tried to hear what he said, she suddenly wake up from the dream.

Debra jolted up from the bed, her back covered in cold sweat.

Everything in the dream felt so real that she remembered every detail. She wondered if that was the ending of her previous life.

“Ms. Frazier, what’s wrong?” a maid asked from outside the door. “Did you have a nightmare?”

“I’m fine,” Debra replied, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her.

She turned on the lamp and looked at the clock. It was 5:30 a.m. and almost dawn.

She tried to go back to sleep but couldn’t continue the dream. Her intuition told her something was wrong.

Finally, Debra opened the door and asked, “Is there any breakfast? I’m a bit hungry.”

As dawn approached, she sat in the courtyard while the maid served breakfast.

Debra kept thinking about what happened in the dream. If it was all true, then her hemorrhage wasn’t an accident but a deliberate act by Shella.

She had thought that Juan was behind the blood switch, but now she wondered if Juan really wanted her

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dead. While he had plenty

f opportunities to do so, why did he wait until she was about to give birth?

He could have made her death silent and without suspicion rather than use such an obvious method as emptying the blood bank.