Rebirth After Being Betrayed by My Husband by Isabella Reed

Chapter 17

At the Ethan Mansion

Mr. Parker sighed, massaging his temples as he stared at his best friend, Ethan, who lounged like an emperor on the plush sofa. Why did he always have to endure this torment from the devil himself?

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The room was tense, filled with trembling designers clutching expensive suits. Their pleading eyes often darted toward Mr. Parker, silently begging for salvation. He could only shake his head helplessly. If they thought their situation was bad, his was far worse.

Just hours earlier, he’d been in the middle of an important business meeting when the devil called.

“Come home.”

That was all Ethan said before abruptly hanging up..

Without question, Mr. Parker had halted the entire meeting and rushed to the Ethan mansion, thinking it must be something critical. Instead, he found a moody Ethan surrounded by stressed designers.

“Ethan,” Mr. Parker groaned after what felt like an eternity of waiting, “we’ve been sitting here for three hours, and you haven’t liked a single suit.”

“These are all terrible,” Ethan replied, his voice cold and decisive.

Mr. Parker glanced at the pile of rejected suits, all designed by top–tier professionals whose work was considered fashion gold. But here, under Ethan’s ruthless scrutiny, they were deemed garbage.

“What about this blue one?” he tried, pointing at a neatly tailored option.

“No.”

“This gray one?”

“No.”

“This blue one looks great; the color would suit you.”

barely spared it

“Ethan, it’s just a business party. You’re not meeting a royal delegation! Pick a suit,

unexpectedly as he muttered, “I’m going

room fell into stunned silence.

servants stopped in their tracks, their ears perking up in disbelief. The

They all quickly resumed their tasks as though nothing had happened, silently offering prayers for the brave woman who had managed to

this devil’s heart.

a laugh, tried to keep the peace. “Ethan, you look good

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impression has to be perfect. Do you think I want her to think poorly of me? Thanks to you, I already have a

on her own! And guess what? She thinks I’m gay too, and you don’t see me whining about

he wouldn’t dare voice these thoughts aloud. Instead, he plastered

and he had witnessed their legacy grow stronger with each generation. The family was one of the County’s

an aura of nobility and danger that intimidated everyone in his presence. A perfectionist to the core, he tolerated no flaws, and his mysophobia kept most people

him. Black lines of irritation marred his handsome face as he picked up a sleek black suit with a red tie. His voice, deep and magnetic, cut through the air like a knife.

this all you have to offer?” he asked, his disdain evident. “Who even gave you the title of ‘designer‘? Would you wear these yourself? This is unacceptable–absolutely dreadful. You should consider

Parker buried his face in his hands, wondering if he’d ever escape

reduced to “trash” in Ethan’s icy judgment. Their eyes darted to

save you; I’m barely surviving myself, he thought. But then,

out his phone, Mr.

voice low, “what color

the odd question “Uh…

Mr. Parkerface. “Thanks, Mia. You’re a lifesaver.”

phone, blinked in confusion. She recalled Lily showing her a picture of the dress—a stunning red creation. But why

with the information, approached a designer holding a sleek black suit with a red tie. “Ethan,” he said casually,

Parker, inspecting it thoughtfully. The hint of approval in his expression was