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

pinched the bridge of his nose, his patience wearing thin. “Ethan, it’s just a business party. You’re not meeting a royal delegation! Pick

muttered, “I’m going to meet my

fell into

in their tracks, their ears perking up in disbelief. The designers, despite their nervousness, exchanged quick,

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

this devil’s heart.

stifling a laugh, tried to keep the peace. “Ethan, you look good in anything. Really,

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Do you think I want her to think poorly of me? Thanks to you, I already have a ridiculous reputation to

me?” Mr. Parker 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, and you don’t see me whining

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

a faint smile of his own. The Ethan family had been his lifelong employers, and he had witnessed their legacy grow stronger with each generation. The family was one of the County’s most influential, and its current head, Ethan, was a force to

Corporation, was known for 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

as he picked up a sleek black

of ‘designer‘? Would you wear these yourself? This is unacceptable–absolutely dreadful. You should consider changing careers because clearly, designing is not for you.”

none dared to speak. Mr. Parker buried his face in his hands, wondering if he’d ever escape this ordeal

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

barely surviving myself, he thought. But then, like a light bulb switching on, an idea sparked in his

out his phone, Mr. Parker

“what color is her dress for tonight’s party?”

by the odd question “Uh… she’s wearing red.

triumphant smile spread across Mr. Parkerface.

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 worth

suit with a red tie. “Ethan,” he said casually, “I think this one is perfect for you. I

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