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

Debra's heart melted. "You're so cute. Did someone teach you that?"

Debra cooed at the puppy, glancing meaningfully at Marion.

Marion replied seriously, "Not me. I've been having my people take care of him."

"Really?" Debra looked at the dog curiously.

The three-month-old golden retriever stared at her and whined. Debra couldn't resist kissing it. Their meeting seemed to be fate.

"Puppy, what's your name?" she asked, gazing into the puppy's eyes.

The puppy seemed to understand, stretching out its paw to touch Debra's belly.

Marion chimed in, "He doesn't have a name yet. Do you want to give him one?"

Debra looked at the puppy and then at her belly.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

In her past life, the doctor had told her she was carrying a boy. She had named him Ori, often stroking her belly and muttering his name, so that he'd know his name when he was born.

Ori meant dawn. She thought she was finally seeing the light, but instead, she was plunged into hell. She didn't even get to see her baby before they both perished.

"Ori?" Debra whispered.

Upon hearing the name, the puppy wagged its tail and nuzzled Debra's hand.

Debra broke into a smile, but tears were glistening in her eyes. "Ori?"

The puppy wagged its tail even harder and licked Debra's cheek. Marion patted the puppy's head. "He likes that name."

Debra scooped up Ori, laughing. Whether it was her imagination or a sign of reincarnation, this gave her a sense of comfort, as if Ori had come back to her in another form.

"Marion, I want to take Ori home and raise him. Is that okay?" "Sure, anything you like."

Debra happily said to the puppy in her arms, "Ori, I'm your mom, and this is your dad. From now on, we're a family. I won't leave you again."

The golden retriever whimpered, as if understanding her words.

...

Randy's car was parked on the of the road. He was bent down, checking the tires. Erica stood

nearby, complaining, "Flat tirin

What

a lousy day!"

"No one wants this. Someone must have scattered nails on the road," Randy grumbled.

His phone rang, and he answered impatiently, "I'm busy. Whatever it is, tell me tomorrow." A moment later, he fell silent.

Erica asked, "Anything happened to your company?"

Randy ended the call, his face dark. "It's not the company. Something happened overseas." "What could happen there? Marion's people are there," Erica said, puzzled.