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 a glance.

wearing thin. “Ethan, it’s just a business party. You’re not meeting a royal

unexpectedly as he muttered, “I’m going to

room fell into stunned

tracks, their ears

gaze swept across the room, breaking everyone’s daze. They all quickly resumed their tasks as though nothing had happened, silently offering prayers for the brave woman who had managed

this devil’s heart.

the peace. “Ethan, you look good in anything.

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be perfect. Do you think I want her to think poorly of me? Thanks to you, I already have a ridiculous reputation to undo.”

of 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

wouldn’t dare voice these thoughts aloud. Instead,

with a faint smile of his own. The Ethan family had been his lifelong employers, and he had witnessed their legacy grow stronger with

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

array of suits displayed before him. Black lines of irritation marred his handsome face as he picked up a sleek black suit with a red tie. His

to offer?” he asked, his disdain evident. “Who even gave you the title of ‘designer‘? Would you

to speak. Mr. Parker buried his face in

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

thought. But then, like a light bulb switching on,

his phone, Mr. Parker

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

the odd question “Uh… she’s

across Mr. Parkerface. “Thanks, Mia. You’re

a picture of the dress—a stunning red creation.

designer holding a sleek black suit with a red tie. “Ethan,” he said casually, “I think

He took it from Mr. Parker, inspecting it thoughtfully. The hint