Goodbye, Mr. Ex: I've Remarried Mr. Right novel Chapter 1889

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.

He hadn't felt such vitality in ages. Her purity, sincerity, and courage watered his withered heart.

Debra tugged at his sleeve. "Forget it. Their car's worse off."

Her voice was pleasant and rang a bell.

Marion rolled down the window, and their eyes met. It further convinced him that they had met before.

But he just said, "Leave her my card."

The driver got back in, and they drove off. Marion rubbed his temples, jet-lagged.

"Sir, for tonight's welcome dinner, Mr. Houston Sr. wants you to change into something a bit more formal because Miss Frazier and Mr. Jordan Potter will be there too," said the driver.

"Got it." Marion nodded.