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After a sleepless night, the sky was still dark when Joe arrived to take Debra and Juan to the airport.The reality show they were filming was set on an island, which had been rented out by the production team. It wasn't just one pair of guests participating. Each divorced couple was assigned to their own private apartment.Debra and Juan were given a secluded villa on the island. Whether it was because of Juan's status or not, the production team had gone all out. While it wasn't as grand as the Nichols family's house, it still had two stories and covered a solid hundred square meters.The other guests were housed in different sections, ensuring they wouldn't bump into Debra or Juan anytime soon.The show's requirements were simple. Debra and Juan needed to live together in this cozy villa for at least a month. The filming could stretch anywhere from one to two months, and the producers would record everything for the show's content.They had a script of sorts, dictating that the

Debra took a couple of steps back and asked casually, "How about we just chat for a bit?""Chat..." Juan started to respond but hesitated.He wasn't exactly the best at small talk. Still, with Debra in front of him, the only thing running through his mind was the question he always wanted to ask. "What is going on between you and Marion now?"Instead, he said, "How have you been lately?""Good," Debra answered without much thought. "And you?""Not so good."Her eyebrows shot up in surprise at his blunt answer. Pausing, she glanced up at the camera and said, "Cut that part out. I'll ask again."Playing it cool, she repeated the question, "So, how have you been lately?"Watching her busy herself with cooking, Juan realized she was just trying to get some material for the show. He let out a soft laugh and replied, "Great.""Good to hear," Debra said, turning her attention back to the stew.The day had slipped by, and the sky would darken in a few hours. According to the producti

The sky had darkened, and Juan suggested that Debra go upstairs to rest.After an hour of rest, she came back down, only to find several dishes on the table that hadn't been there before."What's all this?" she asked, puzzled."Try it and see if it's good," he said.In an apron, Juan looked every bit the domestic chef.Debra sat down and looked at the dishes. "Fish, beef, and turkey? You made these?"Juan coughed awkwardly, his gaze flicking toward the nearby trash can. Following his gaze, Debra saw the trash can filled with burnt food."You made all of this?" Debra asked, her smile fading."I'm not quite good at cooking," Juan admitted, looking embarrassed."Well then, just stay away and don't waste food.""Got it."Looking at the table full of food, Debra suddenly lost her appetite. After a busy afternoon, the only thing she had made was the beef stew. The rest were takeouts, and they had been sitting out for a while, turning cold.They barely touched the dinner before st

Juan replied honestly, "I didn't plan this.""Figured. You're not exactly the romantic type," she said, a rare smile softening her face as she continued watching the fireworks show. It went on for a good ten minutes, and her mood shifted. "Wow, the production team really knows how to burn money."From their courtyard, the display above looked like something out of a movie. It was stunning, almost surreal.At first, Debra was captivated by the dazzling display, but after ten minutes, her excitement began to wane. She rubbed her ears, silently calculating how much this extravagance must have cost.'Ten thousand, 20 thousand, 30 thousand...' she mentally counted.By the time the fireworks finally fizzled out, nearly 15 minutes had passed. It was a solid million-dollar fireworks show. The show had gotten a bigger budget than she thought.Juan turned to her and asked, "Did you like it?"Debra considered it seriously before replying, "I liked it at first. Now? Not so much."She tur

"Wait, the cameraman..." Debra said."Forget about him," Juan responded.Debra was baffled. "Where did you get the money?"Since the first day of filming the show, their phones had been handed in. The only phone Juan had now was issued by the production team, and it only had a few emergency contacts."This car is owned by my family. We don't need to pay."His explanation sent Debra into a deep spiral of thought. 'Since when did the Nichols family have anything to do with taxi service?'Not long after, the taxi pulled up to the beach. The moment it arrived, the production team members stared, bewildered.The director hurried forward, confused. "Did we send a car for them?""Nope."Debra and Juan stepped out, one after the other, onto the sand.The director ruffled his hair. 'Why aren't these two following the rules of the show?'"Where's the camera guy following them?""He called in. Said he lost them. He won't be here for another thirty minutes."The director rubbed his