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.”

spared it

“Ethan, it’s just a business party. You’re not

unexpectedly as he muttered, “I’m

room fell into stunned

the servants stopped in their tracks, their ears

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

this devil’s heart.

keep the peace. “Ethan, you look

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Ethan said firmly. “The first impression has to be perfect. Do you think I want her to think poorly of me? Thanks to you, I already have a ridiculous reputation to undo.”

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

these thoughts aloud. Instead,

grow stronger with each generation. The family was one of the County’s most influential, and its current head, Ethan, was a force to be reckoned

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

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.

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 changing careers because clearly,

at the scathing critique, but none dared to speak. Mr. Parker buried his face in his hands, wondering

designers trembled, clutching their prized designs, which had been reduced to “trash” in Ethan’s icy judgment. Their eyes darted to Mr.

his head in silent sympathy. I can’t save you; I’m barely surviving myself, he thought. But then, like a light bulb switching

his phone, Mr. Parker dialed

his voice low, “what color is her dress for tonight’s

odd question “Uh… she’s wearing red.

Parkerface. “Thanks, Mia. You’re a

showing her a picture of the dress—a stunning red creation. But why would the boss ask about it? Shrugging, she decided it wasn’t

now armed with the information, approached a designer holding a sleek black suit with a red tie. “Ethan,” he said casually, “I think this one is perfect for you. I heard she’s also wearing red

suit. He took it from Mr. Parker, inspecting it thoughtfully. The hint of approval in his expression was a