From Heartbreak to Happily Ever After Novel
CHAPTER 59

Chapter 59

Chapter 59

Debra heard the door creak open, and a streak of dim light shone through.

“Debra?” Juan’s voice was low.

Debra pretended not to hear.

Juan raised his voice a bit. “Debra?”

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Debra frowned but kept her eyes closed. “Why are you disturbing my sleep in the middle of the night?”

“Get up!” Juan’s tone carried suppressed anger.

Frustrated, she got up and looked at Juan, who was standing at the door. “What’s your problem?”

Juan rushed forward and pinned her down on the bed, catching her off guard.

The dim light from the doorway cast a subtle glow over him.

Her breath caught in her throat, but she quickly regained her composure. “What are you trying to do?”

“Where were you tonight?”

“Having dinner with my friends.”

“Who?”

Debra frowned. “I don’t owe you an explanation. Remember, we’re just using each other for benefits.”

“Oh really?” Juan sneered.

Debra sensed trouble as Juan began to tear at her nightgown. “Legally, you’re my wife. Don’t you think you should fulfill your duties?”

“You’re insanel”

Juan’s grip tightened as he continued his movements. Debra was enraged and slapped him across the

face.

The room fell silent.

Debra’s voice was icy. “I’m not your plaything.”

Juan froze, still straddling her body. His chest heaved from the recent altercation.

“Get out!” Debra pointed to the door, her eyes red with anger.

Juan regained some sanity and left the room.

As the door closed, Juan rubbed his temples.

He must have lost his mind to act like that.

After a while, Juan–turned back, hesitated at the door handle, but decided not to enter.

Debra had locked the door after Juan’s recent outburst

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Chapter 59

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It seemed she had really angered Juan, which meant she needed to be more careful in the future.

The next morning, Sophie, who should have woken her up, was nowhere to be seen. Debra went downstairs, calling out, “Sophie?”

There was no response. Debra then noticed Juan sitting on the couch.

He was dressed neatly in a white shirt and drinking coffee. His expression was distant, as if nothing had happened the previous night.

Debra asked, “Where’s Sophie today?”

“I gave her the day off,” Juan replied.

Debra asked irritably, “Then what am I supposed to eat for breakfast?”

Juan casually glanced up at her. “Can’t you cook for yourself?”

His words successfully annoyed Debra.

“If you can’t cook, you can beg me,” he added.

“Psycho!” Debra cursed inwardly, knowing that he was messing with her because of what happened last night.

Debra headed straight to the kitchen, taking out eggs and bread from the fridge.

Not expecting her to really cook, Juan paused with his coffee and looked over.

Debra remained expressionless. Born into a rich family, she had always had servants to take care of everything, never needing to set foot in a kitchen.