Rebirth After Being Betrayed by My Husband by Isabella Reed

Chapter 166

+8 Pearls

“You got another message? So what? Why are you bothering me in the middle of the night for something so small–wait a second!” James’s voice changed abruptly, turning serious. “A letter… Are you talking about that letter? The psycho’s so–called love letter?”

“Yes,” Ethan replied, his tone flat.

“Hold on…” James said, followed by the sound of shuffling, some movement, and finally the quiet click of a door closing. He came back with urgency in his voice, asking, “What did it say? Another threat?”

“Yeah,” Ethan responded, detailing the contents of the ominous message.

James let out a frustrated sigh. “Ethan, this is getting out of hand. We can’t just ignore it anymore. We don’t know what this person is planning or what their next move might be. Heck, we don’t even know who they are! Honestly, it’s embarrassing that I haven’t been able to trace them yet. It feels like my hacking skills are useless against this guy.”

“Hey, James, stop that,” Ethan interrupted, his voice firm but reassuring. “You’re the best at what you do. Don’t doubt yourself, and definitely don’t compare yourself to this psycho. I trust you, and you should too. You’ll figure this out–I know you will. Besides, no one comes close to matching your skills… except for him.”

James let out a small laugh. “Yeah, him. That guy was on another level. Even back when we were kids, he stood out. Better than any of us.”

Ethan’s lips curved into a faint smile as memories came flooding back. “That’s true. He was the best.”

“Do you remember, Ethan?” James’s tone lightened. “Whenever we played together, you’d always challenge him. And without fail, he’d win every single time.” James chuckled. “And oh, those words he’d say whenever you lost–do you still remember?”

“How could I ever forget?” Ethan’s chuckle carried a mix of nostalgia and pain. “He’d say, A future king never loses, But since you’re my best friend, we both win.”

“I miss those days,” James admitted with a wistful sigh. “And I miss him. If he were still here, Ethan, he’d be your greatest rival.”

“Stop,” Ethan cut in sharply, his voice tight. “Don’t talk about him like that. We don’t know for sure if he’s… if he’s gone.”

cautiously, but Ethan

He’s not gone. He’s out there somewhere–I know he is! He can’t be… he c dead,” Ethan’s voice cracked, faltering as emotion overtook him. “He’s alive. He has to be. He didn’t didn’t…”

breaking completely. The mention of Pedro shattered the carefully constructed walls he’d built around his heart, walls that had kept the memories, the pain, and the longing locked away. But now, they all came crashing down, flooding his mind with everything he’d tried

His body trembled as he slowly made his way to a nearby chair, sinking into it heavily. His

voice carried deen concern

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isn’t it, James?” Ethan whispered, his voice barely audible. “It’s all my fault that he’s not here with us anymore.”

your mind. None of this is your fault–do you hear me? If anyone is to blame, it’s his wretched father. That man was the true villain in this story, not you.

guilt weighing heavily on him.

with that rotten man and his actions. Don’t shoulder this burden–it’s not yours to carry. Do you understand

a deep breath. “I

that letter…. don’t worry. I’ll

replied

is alive or not, one thing is certain–you’re not responsible for what happened. Stop

Ethan sighed deeply. “Thanks, James. Goodnight.”

Ethan,” James replied, his voice still laced

the call ended, Ethan placed his phone on the table and got up. He walked to the window, his gaze drawn to the glowing moon outside. A heavy sigh escaped his lips. Logically, he knew James was right. It

spoken the truth. His actions, his decisions–they had all been

if Pedro was alive. And if he was… would he hate him? Would he blame him for what had happened? Those questions haunted Ethan, twisting his heart with doubt and fear. Staring at the moon, he silently made a wish. He’d rather live with Pedro’s hatred than accept the unbearable