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

"Let go!"

Debra tried to push Juan away, but his grip was like a vice. She couldn't break free, no matter how hard she tried. Her eyes flashed with defiance.

"Do you think this will make me love you? All it does is make me hate your more."

"As long as you're with me, I don't care whether you love me or hate me."

Juan's gaze bore into her, filled with a deep, almost desperate affection. It was a far cry from his image in her past life.

But Debra knew better. She didn't forget what he had done to her and how he had killed her. Her feelings for him had been long gone.

"I don't want to be with you. Even if you use every trick in the book against the Frazier family, I will never stay by your side."

She felt his fingers dig into her wrist. Now Juan's voice held suppressed anger. "Debra, don't force my hand."

A bitter laugh escaped her lips. "When did the great Mr. Nichols start using these kinds of tactics on women? Do you know what you look like right now? You're like a humble suitor, debasing yourself on kidnapping. All I feel when I look at you is disgust."

Her words struck him like a physical blow, but they were merely echoes of his past cruelty. She remembered the sting of his words and the disgust in his eyes after a night of intimacy.

"When did the esteemed Miss Frazier learn such dirty tricks? How did you become so low? Using drugs like that? All I see in you now is disgust."

Now, she threw those words back at him, unchanged and unyielding. Juan's face darkened because no one had ever insulted him like that.

"You're my wife. Is it wrong for me to love you? You want a divorce, but I don't agree."

His hands tore at her clothes, his lips seeking hers. Debra suddenly burst into laughter. Juan paused, his brow furrowing.Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

"What are you laughing at?"

"What's the point of forcing a woman who doesn't love you to submit? Even if you force me tonight, I won't change my mind about divorcing you. You should give up."

Her eyes were void of affection. There was only coldness.

Juan's restraint shattered, his control snapping like a taut wire. He was a wild beast now, driven by primal instinct and desperation.

"You're my wife. Why shouldn't I have you? After tonight, I have ways to keep you by my side. Debra, you're mine and mine only."

He tore at her skirt, his touch igniting a fire within him. He forced her leg apart, his breath ragged and wild. But just as he leaned in, the door to the room burst open, the sudden light from the hallway flooding the dim space. With a swift, powerful motion, he sent Juan crashing to the ground. Juan wiped the blood from his mouth, looking up at Marion with coldness.

"Marion?"