Goodbye, Mr. Ex: I've Remarried Mr. Right novel Chapter 1387

The masked man patted Juan on the shoulder. "Come with me."

Juan glanced at the door to Debra's room once again before following the masked man to the fifth floor.

The hallway was shrouded in darkness. The masked man pushed open a door to reveal a master bedroom frozen in time, its décor untouched for decades.

A massive oil painting dominated the wall. It was the wedding portrait of a couple. The woman radiated serene elegance, while the man beside her bore a striking resemblance to Juan, his expression stern and unyielding.

The masked man strode to a vase near the bed and twisted it. With a low groan, a wardrobe slid aside, exposing a steel door that opened to a sleek, modern elevator.

Juan's jaw tightened. He had lived there for years, yet never knew this hidden passage existed in his parents' old room.

The masked man stepped inside first. The elevator descended silently to the second underground level. When the doors opened, Juan froze.

The place sprawled before him like a shrine. Walls were plastered with photographs of a woman mid-dance. Glass cases displayed her dresses, preserved as if she might slip into them again.

"These are all the remnants your mother left behind," the masked man said, his voice softening as he gazed at the collection.

"Proud?" Juan let out a hollow laugh. "Where were you when the company nearly collapsed and when we were drowning in debt? And now you reappear to tell me you're proud?"

He stepped back, putting distance between them. "Dad, aren't you supposed to be dead? If you've been alive all this time, why return now?"

Jeffrey removed the voice modulator from his neck. "For your mother. Everything I've done is to reunite our family."

"Reunite?" Juan's voice dripped with icy mockery.