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

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

softened unexpectedly as he muttered,

room fell into stunned silence.

servants stopped in their tracks, their

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.

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

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Do you think I want her to think poorly of me?

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 about it! Where’s the justice in this world?

these thoughts aloud. Instead, he

banter with 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 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

swept over the 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 voice, deep and magnetic, cut

disdain evident. “Who even gave you the title of ‘designer‘? Would you wear these yourself? This

speak. Mr. Parker buried his face in his

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

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

Mr. Parker dialed

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

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

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

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

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

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