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 a glance. “No.”

his nose, his patience wearing thin. “Ethan, it’s just a business

muttered, “I’m going to meet

into stunned

tracks, their ears perking up in disbelief. The

quickly resumed their tasks as though nothing had happened,

this devil’s heart.

to keep the peace.

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said firmly. “The first impression has to be perfect. Do you think I want her to think poorly of me? Thanks to you, I

thought bitterly. I didn’t tell your future wife that you were gay! She assumed it on her own! And guess what? She thinks I’m gay too,

voice these thoughts aloud. Instead, he plastered on a patient smile.

Ethan family had been his lifelong employers, and he had witnessed their legacy grow stronger with each generation. The

his icy demeanor and 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 at arm’s length. The few exceptions were his younger sister, Ivy–a celebrated chef–his parents, and his

of irritation marred his handsome face as he picked up a sleek black

evident. “Who even gave you the title of ‘designer‘? Would you wear these yourself? This is unacceptable–absolutely dreadful. You should consider changing careers because clearly, designing is not

to speak. Mr. Parker buried his face in

designers trembled, clutching their prized designs, which had been reduced to “trash” in

Parker shook his head in silent sympathy. I can’t save you; I’m barely surviving myself, he thought. But then, like a light bulb switching on, an idea sparked in his mind. Why didn’t I think

out his phone, Mr. Parker

keeping his voice low, “what color is her dress for

question “Uh… she’s wearing red. Why?”

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

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

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

inspecting it thoughtfully. The hint of approval in his expression