Goodbye, Mr. Ex: I've Remarried Mr. Right novel Chapter 809

On the boat, Debra's breath came in shallow, ragged gasps. Her skin felt as if it were burning from the inside out, her pulse racing at an unnatural speed that left her dizzy.

She staggered out of bed, barely able to focus as she groped her way to the bathroom. Cold water splashed onto her face, but even the shock of its chill couldn't extinguish the fire that raged within her.

The icy wind blowing in from the sea only intensified the torment, doing nothing to soothe her feverish body.

Her vision began to blur, and everything around her felt as if it were spinning. Her legs trembled violently, unable to hold her up any longer.

"If you don't return by midnight, this agony will become your daily companion," Drake's voice echoed in her head, cold and merciless. "Don't blame me for being cruel. This is the most merciful fate I offer to traitors."

She slumped to the floor, her entire being engulfed in excruciating pain. It felt as though thousands of tiny needles were piercing her skin, burrowing deeper into her bones.

"Do you know how many people die from drugs every year? If you betray me, you'll die in unimaginable agony."

She curled up, soaked in sweat, her body trembling violently as she fought to stay conscious. Her face had turned an unnatural shade of white. That was the power of the new drugs developed by the Lowe Group.

She had always prided herself on her resilience, but this was beyond anything she had ever imagined. The burning agony was too much for even her to bear, and she could feel her grip on reality slipping away.

In the silence of her spinning mind, Drake's voice replayed.

A voice inside her whispered urgently, "If you don't want to die, go back. Just one injection and all the pain will disappear."

Another voice, equally insistent, warned her, "You can't go back. Going back means a life of eternal damnation."

The internal war raged inside her, just as the physical torment did. The thought of hurling herself into the sea and ending it all crossed her mind more than once. If this torture awaited her every day, insanity wouldn't be far behind.