Lahat ng Kabanata ng Goodbye, Mr. Ex: I've Remarried Mr. Right: Kabanata 1881 - Kabanata 1890

Robert shrugged.People like them didn't care about holidays.Cathryn waited, but Marion stood there like a wall, silent."I... I've got a class. Gotta go," she stammered, taking off.Drake asked, "You into her?""Nope," Marion said."Why took her gift then?" Drake pressed."It's yours now." Marion tossed the chocolates to him, heading to the dorm.Drake didn't read the foreign text, but the fancy package said it all."What does Miss Bernard like about you?" he muttered. "You should ditch this and be a gigolo. You'd make bank."He finished the entire bar in a minute.Robert frowned. "Too many sweets give you cavities.""Never heard of it." Drake shrugged.He had never had a cavity. He only knew if Cathryn sent Marion chocolates daily, he'd be set.Marion lay down on his bed and started reading.Lights went out, and all went quiet. He dreamt of the car crash again. The dark earth turned bloody.His eyes snapped open, and Caleb's words echoed in his mind. "If you can't fi

"What kind of rumors?" Lillian asked."He ran the show overseas. The police and the crooks all gave him respect. That was before he met your mom," Jordan replied. "To win her heart, he scrubbed his dark past clean. But his legend of wiping out the docks still floats around. Your mom never knew how ruthless he was. He set a good example for all men."Lillian pondered. "I've never seen him throw a punch.""Seamar City's calm now. He has got no chance, Jordan said, ruffling her hair. "Want the real scoop? Ask Juan.""Why him?" Lillian frowned."These two were rivals in love. I bet he did enough investigations."Lillian's eyes lit up, and she headed toward Juan, who was drinking nearby.Solomon grabbed her. "What are you up to again?""I want my dad's stories." She swatted his hand. "Don't you?"Of course, he wanted that. He had idolized Marion forever, but he was born 20 years too late, missing Marion's overseas glory days.Juan checked his watch, stubbed out his cigarette, and

"Lillian can go to him, but you're mine," Marion said, kissing Debra's forehead. "You know I tried."Emotions didn't come easy to him. When Lillian was born, he didn't feel the joy others did. He cared about Debra. Only with her did he feel human, not a machine.As a kid, after his diagnosis of emotional detachment, his parents pitied him more. But he couldn't feel it.Then he met Debra. She was tiny, a cute little thing when he visited the Frazier Mansion with his parents. That was his first taste of life's wonder.Years later, at an auction, he saw her again. He didn't recognize her until Randy pointed it out.Maybe it was curiosity. He was attracted to her instantly. As he got closer, he fell for her.His love wasn't like others'. He wasn't sure it was love, but Debra was his air.Like a drowning man, he needed her.In the dark, her eyes sparkled like they did when she was younger. "We'll keep going, no matter what. I'm always here," she muttered.They had been through th

A shadow was lurking in the dark living room, but Marion didn't flip the light.Even in the pitch-black, he automatically navigated to the kitchen and poured a glass of water."Spill it. What brings you here?" he said calmly.Solomon had slipped into the house without setting off the alarms, not because he was that slick. He had just inherited Randy's tech tricks.Marion added, "Nothing to say? Then leave.""Uncle Marion, I want to train with you," Solomon said firmly."I don't take students," Marion responded.Solomon caught a glint in Marion's eyes despite the darkness, but he didn't back up."I want to protect Lillian. I need to get stronger," he said.The challenge set by Juan at school let him see the gap between him and these old pros. To guard those he cared about, he had to level up.Only Marion could help. Marion's voice held a laugh, but a crushing pressure hit. "Why's it your job to protect my daughter?"Solomon had heard Marion speak before, but this was differ

It turned out Marion wasn't born with a defect.He had just numbed himself to stay away from hurt, fear, or grief. He had made himself cold to survive.That day, a disaster hit the Houston family.There was a car crash. His parents died, but he survived.The hospital was in chaos. He stood numb outside the OR.Caleb rushed in, nearly collapsing at the hard reality. But Marion felt nothing, like his emotions had been ripped out.Caleb wept, holding him, but he couldn't cry.He didn't know why he should. The purpose of his life was lost, and he just sat there staring blankly every day.Caleb told him to live for revenge. That was the only purpose he could cling to.Overseas life was brutal, but he felt no pain. Everything was for vengeance. He killed to climb the ranks, unmoved by pleas from the dying.Finally, it pushed him into a darker abyss.Debra was his salvation. Her red gown, blood's color, pulsed with life on her.Like a stubborn weed in a wildfire, she reignited him