All Chapters of Goodbye, Mr. Ex: I've Remarried Mr. Right: Chapter 1951 - Chapter 1960

The summer night breeze felt crisp.I walked ahead, and Robert trailed behind.The village was asleep, and the path was empty except for us. He stayed a meter back like a bodyguard.I racked my brain for ways to ditch him, but he stuck to me like glue.Finally, I stopped and turned to face him. He halted too, stepping back as if he'd gotten too close.He was two heads taller than me and rail-thin. He probably hadn't eaten in days."Hungry?" I asked.He nodded."I'll grab you something tasty," I said.He looked puzzled.The fields were full of ripe watermelons and corn. I snuck into a neighbor's plot, picked a watermelon, and grabbed two ears of corn, handing them to him.Robert ate fast but with surprising grace, not like the rough villagers who didn't care about manners.Propping my chin on my hand, I asked, "Where are you from?"He paused, unsure how to answer."Far away?" I tried again.He nodded."Your family?"He didn't answer."No family?"He remained silent.

Andrew hit all the marks: charming, smart, tragic, and scheming.But I knew he was out of my league. My crush was a fleeting thrill.I was one of the few who knew he liked Debra. Andrew kept his cards close, never spilling his true thoughts.I figured it out because he took my crush seriously and, to shut it down, hinted he had someone he liked.At first, I didn't know who it was. But over time, I spotted clues.He bent over backward for one woman and handed nearly half the Potter family's wealth to her.If that was not love, what was?His affection was obvious, but Debra was oblivious.I guessed no one was denser than her when it came to romance.I wanted to march up and tell her, "Hey, a guy is head over heels for you, and his name is Andrew Potter."But reason stopped me.Knowing Andrew, he'd probably have me taken out the second I spilled. For my safety, I bit my tongue, though it killed me to stay quiet.To be honest, I didn't hate Jeffrey that much.Sure, he was rott

That night, Jordan got plastered.Solomon and I swiped a strange bottle of potion from him.Back home, we debated how to use it. I figured we should drink it. Solomon thought it was too sketchy and might be just a scented oil.We argued, neither budging. So, we settled it with rock-paper-scissors.No surprise, I won. Solomon had to go along.We each took a swig. It tasted weird but not awful."Feel anything?" I asked."Nope. You?" he said."Nothing," I replied.He shook his head. "Told you we should've used it as aromatherapy."Then, sleepiness hit hard.Before passing out, I muttered, "Damn it! Nobody said this was a sleeping pill."My head hit the pillow, and I had a bizarre dream.It was Seamar City 20 years ago. The city was bustling, but the buildings felt retro.Weirdly, Solomon was there with me."Are we dreaming?" I asked, marveling at the scene.He frowned. "Why am I dreaming with you? This is freaky.""Who cares? This place is cool," I said, amazed by the eff

I used to think the adults were just hyping up their glory days.They made the Illuminati sound like this big, scary force. But after meeting Stanley, I figured the Illuminati was overrated.Solomon noticed people staring at us. Some were reading newspapers, and others sipping coffee or chatting. Their behavior was creepy, and their gazes were sharp.Solomon sensed the tension, suspecting that they were onto us."Run!" he yelled, grabbing my arm.Before I could react, he dragged me away. Those "normal" customers immediately dropped their props and chased us."Why are they after us?" I shouted."What do you think? We were lurking outside their company," Randy replied."Lurking? We just stayed there for a minute."I didn't expect the situation to be so tense. Any hint of trouble set them off."Stop!" A man around 30 blocked our path.His gear was something I couldn't be more familiar with. He must be on my dad's crew.Solomon shot me a look, signaling we'd have to fight our w

Unimpressed, Debra kicked the bodyguard in the backside. "So, you just grabbed two high school kids? Didn't even bother to ask questions? What if you got the wrong people?"The bodyguard rubbed his sore rear. "Ma'am, these two punks were scrapping like pros. It looked shady to me. Better detain and grill them.""Grill them? You think this is some overseas black site? You've been hanging with Marion for too long, ready to interrogate anyone who crosses your path," Debra sulked.Randy descended from the executive office upstairs. He looked like he'd pulled several all-nighters. His face was haggard, with dark circles under his eyes.Solomon saw him and blurted, "Dad?""Huh?" Randy froze.Erica, hot on his heels, grabbed his ear. Her tone dripped with suspicion. "Dad?""Hold up! I don't even know this guy." He pointed frantically at Solomon. "You're some Illuminati plant, aren't you? Do we look alike at all? You're talking nonsense."Debra glanced at Solomon, then back at Randy. T