Rebirth After Being Betrayed by My Husband by Isabella Reed

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Ethan, lost in thought, suddenly noticed Lily trembling beside him. Her body shook, and her soft murmurs reached his ears. He frowned and leaned closer, trying to catch her words.

“Please don’t leave me… save me… help… she whispered, her voice tinged with fear.

Realizing she was having a nightmare, Ethan’s expression softened. Gently, he lay down beside her. wrapping his arms protectively around her. He stroked her hair with soothing motions, leaning in to press. comforting kiss on her forehead. In a gentle voice, he whispered, “It’s okay. You’re safe now. I’m here, and I won’t ever leave you.”

As if sensing the reassurance in his words, Lily began to relax. Her trembling subsided, and she instinctively snuggled closer to him. A faint smile graced her lips as she settled into a peaceful sleep.

Watching her serene expression, Ethan felt a wave of relief. He kissed her softly on the lips, then closed his eyes, content that her nightmares were finally at bay.

The next morning, Lily stretched her arms, waking up with an unusual sense of peace. A bright smile lit her face as she realized this had been the best sleep she’d had in a long time. Since her rebirth, she had been plagued by the same terrifying nightmare–trapped in a raging fire, calling out for help but finding no

escape.

But last night had been different. In her dream, as the flames engulfed her, she cried for help, and a man appeared. He extended his hand, and she took it, stepping out of the fire unscathed. He had kissed her forehead and promised to protect her from any harm before disappearing, leaving behind only the warmth of his presence.

The dream felt oddly real, and it brought an unexplainable comfort. Lily chuckled softly to herself, bCasey ng the thoughts aside as she looked around. That’s when confusion struck. She realized she was back in her own bed, in her own room, still wearing the same clothes from last night.

But how had she gotten here?

Her memories of the previous night were hazy. She recalled being at the party, drinking wine while thinking about her parents. Beyond that, the details became muddled. Frowning, she tried piecing everything together.

Suddenly, flashes of the evening began to surface. Her eyes widened in horror as the scenes played in her mind–one by one, blurry images became clearer.

“Oh no.” Lily groaned, clutching her head. The realization hit her like a bolt of lightning.

She had rambled nonsense in front of CEO Ethan. She had kissed CEO Ethan! And, worst of all, it might have upset Boss Parker!

I thinking?” she muttered, mortified. Even if her arrangement with Mr. Parker was purely casual. she knew better than to involve someone else in her mess–especially someone as prominent as

her hands. “What have I done?” she whispered. She considered walking straight into a wall to

find Mr. Parker and apologize, explaining that her actions with Ethan were

question lingered in her mind—how had she ended un

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an abrupt halt as an unsettling idea crossed her mind. Could Ethan have been

to dwell on her suspicions. Her focus remained on figuring out how to explain herself to Mr. Parker. After shaking off her thoughts, she hurried out of bed

rinse later, she dressed casually in a gray top paired with black jeans. After tying her hair into a neat ponytail, she grabbed her purse and phone, ready to leave. As she reached for the door, her phone buzzed. Smiling,

her so–called

her chest, she composed herself and answered sweetly, “Good

Lily, came Morgan’s grull voice. “Come to the Miller

there soon,” she replied in a

placed her phone down, her smile faded, replaced by a frown. Why were they calling her now? Could

Miller Family’s dining table, the tension was palpable.

Rose complained as she sat down, having

here,” she whined,

beside her, reached for her hand gently. “Rose, he’s your father. Don’t speak to him like that.”

huffed. “Fine, whatever.”

“Rose, you understand why this is necessary. After what happened yesterday,

call her instead?” she

face–to–face interactions are unavoidable if we’re to maintain control,”

relented. “Fine, but I don’t have to like it.”

She’ll be here any minute. Let’s all be on

the dining room. As she entered, everyone turned to greet