Goodbye, Mr. Ex: I've Remarried Mr. Right novel Chapter 1952

I thought Robert would bring me nothing but trouble.

That night, he bathed, and I shaved his beard, braving for a scruffy beggar.

But as his face came into view, I realized I'd misjudged. He was handsome, way better than a clean-shaven Crusoe.

Janna, a tough woman in her fifties, softened when she saw Robert's face.

He could stay, but he had to work shirtless in the fields.

I could practically hear Janna's scheming from a mile away. At her age, ogling a guy was no surprise.

Robert woke up early and slept late. He stuck by me through the rough countryside days.

He was quiet and gentle. He'd feed stray animals, even if it meant eating less himself.

His one flaw? He bent too easily.

If I seemed upset, he'd bow. If he thought he'd messed up, he'd bow.

It took me six months to break that habit. The bowing stopped, but his deep-rooted servility lingered.

He never talked about his past, and I never pressed him.

He wanted to see Marion, and I made it happen. Around then, I met Debra.

In my memories, Debra died bleeding out in her last life. But now, she was alive and thriving, even founding the McKinney Group, which shouldn't have existed.

That was when I realized that she had been reborn, too.

And in my rise to power, I met someone crucial.

Andrew Potter was a sly fox, but despite his guarded nature, he seemed to tolerate me, probably because Debra and I were similar.

Honestly, he was my type.