"Grandma!" Juan interrupted unhappily.


    Melody, sensing his frustration, softened her tone but continued to press her point.


    "I''m giving you a chance, Debra. If I expose this, you''ll be discredited. No one will want to marry a woman with a reputation like yours."


    "That''s enough."


    Juan''s patience wore thin. He reached for the stack of photos, tearing them in half before tossing the pieces into the trash. Melody was stunned. "Juan..."


    "Grandma, I believe in Debra. No matter what, she is my wife," Juan said, taking Debra''s hand.


    But Melody was relentless. "You can''t keep a woman like her. She''ll ruin our family name. How can you be so foolish?" "Sophie, take my grandma back to her room," Juan ordered.


    "Yes, sir," Sophie replied.


    Juan looked down at the hand he held and released it. "Come with me."


    Given the way he had defended her, Debra followed him without protest.Content rights by N?velDr//ama.Org.


    Behind them, Melody''s voice carried through the halls. "She is a vixen!"


    She now deeply regretted her initial blindness in allowing Debra into their lives.


    In just a year, Debra had bewitched Juan to the point where he turned a blind eye to her infidelity.


    "Mrs. Nichols Sr., let me help you back to your room."


    Sophie attempted to assist Melody.


    "Did you tell Debra about the photos?"


    "Mrs. Nichols is that kind of woman. You must have misunderstood."


    "Misunderstood? The photos are right here. How can it be a misunderstanding?"


    Melody was determined to remove Debra from Juan''s side. She would find a way to make Juan see Debra''s true colors.


    Upstairs, Juan led Debra to the bedroom, where she hadn''t set foot in for a long time.


    There, she had once waited for him to return night after night. In the blink of an eye, many years had passed.


    Juan broke the silence. "The man in the photo is Marion."


    It wasn''t a question. It was a statement.


    Debra''s expression didn''t change. "You already knew that."


    Melody hadn''t seen Marion many times, so she couldn''t recognize his profile.


    But Juan did. They had crossed paths more than once, and he knew it was Marion.


    Without warning, Juan turned and grabbed Debra by the shoulders, his voice tight with barely restrained emation. "How far has it gone


    between you two?"


    "Let go!" Debra snapped, jerking away from his grip. "Don''t forget, Juan, we''re already divorced. My personal life is none of your business."


    "But to the outside world, you''re still


    my wife. If Grandma can get those photos, so can anyone else. Are you telling me you don''t care about your reputation at all?"


    Debra averted her gaze. "In less six months, we''ll announce that


    we''ve been divorced for a while now.


    A little bad press wo


    me."