Rebirth After Being Betrayed by My Husband by Isabella Reed

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van’s gaze lingered on the dance floor, his eyes narrowing as he watched Ethan and Lily move in perfect

harmony. His voice carried a hint of unease as he spoke. “Why? Hearing all these whispers.. | can’t help bur think

they might be right.”

Rose's face hardened, her fists clenching at her sides. “No, Ryan. That's impossible. Ethan can’t be Lily's

husband. There's no way! | refuse to believe it.”

Ryan’s brows furrowed as he gestured towards the couple. “But look at them. Everyone knows Ethan avoids

women like the plague. He's cold, distant... but tonight, he’s holding her like she’s the most precious thing in the

world. Doesn't that seem odd to you?”

Rose's jealousy bubbled to the surface as her voice turned sharp. “Maybe she tricked him. That woman has

always been cunning. Don’t forget her true nature, Ryan. If Ethan were really her husband, do you think we'd still

be standing here, unharmed?”

Ryan paused, her words sinking in. Slowly, he nodded. “You you might be right. But still-

“No ‘but, Ryan!” Rose cut him off sharply. Her eyes gleamed with suspicion. “This must be one of her games.

She’s using Ethan to confuse us, to divert our attention. Her real husband must be here somewhere, blending in

with the crowd. We just need to keep watching her.”

Ryan's lips pressed into a thin line. “Alright, you're right. We'll keep an eye on her. If she interacts with anyone

suspicious tonight, we'll know,”

Just then, Rose’s phone buzzed in her clutch. She glanced at the screen and frowned. “Ryan, keep watching her.

I'll be right back.”

Without waiting for his reply, she turned and disappeared through the crowd, her phone pressed to her ear.

Left alone, Ryan's gaze wandered back to the dance floor. The vibrant energy of the ballroom contrasted sharply

with the storm brewing inside him. Guests twirled across the floor in pairs, their laughter and joy filling the

space. But his attention remained fixed on Lily.

He moved towards the bar, pouring himself a glass of whiskey. Sitting alone, he sipped slowly, his eyes never

leaving her. The more he watched her graceful movements and radiant smile, the more his chest tightened with

envy.

His mind spiraled into unwanted fantasies-images of himself dancing with her, holding her close, whispering

sweet words into her ear. As the alcohol numbed his senses, his imagination grew bolder. crossing lines he knew

he shouldn't.

The warmth of the whiskey couldn’t ease the fire of jealousy raging within him. His grip on the glass tightened

until his knuckles turned white. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Lily leaning in to whisper

something to Ethan before stepping away.

Ryan’s gaze sharpened, his intoxicated mind buzzing with curiosity. Without hesitation, he placed the empty

glass back on the counter and stood up, his eyes fixed on Lily as she made her way towar je exit.

Whatever was happening, he was determined to find out.

Ryan grabbed a glass of alcohol and quietly followed Lily as she exited the hall. His eyes, clouded with

intoxication and twisted desire, stayed fixed on her figure. He noticed she was heading towards the ladies’

restroom. Choosing a dimly lit corner in the hallway, he positioned himself like a predator lying in wait for

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When Lily emerged from the restroom and began walking back toward the hall, Ryan seized the moment. He

lunged forward, grabbing her arm and pinning her against the cold wall. The sudden aggression left Lily stunned,

her eyes widening in shock.

“You! How dare you touch me, Ryan? Let go ofthis instant!” she spat, her voice trembling with fury.

Ryan grimed lazily, the smell of alcohol heavy on his breath. “Lily... baby... you look so fiery when you're angry.

So... incredibly... sexy,” he slurred, his face inching dangerously close to hers.

“Shut up!” Lily hissed, struggling to free her arms from his iron grip. But no matter how much she twisted and

turned, his hold remained unyielding. His reddened face and glassy eyes told her he was completely drunk.

“Letgo, Ryan!” she screamed, glancing desperately down the hallway. But the music from the hall was too

loud-no one could hear her.

He chuckled darkly. “Why scream, sweetheart? If you're going to scream, save it for later... when we're alone,”

he sneered.

Lily's eyes burned with rage. “You're crossing a line, Ryan! Do you know who my husband is? If he finds out, he'll

ruin you!”

Ryan let out a hollow laugh. “Your husband? That old man? Con, Lily. You deserve someone young. someone

who can truly satisfy you. Trust me, baby, one night withand you'll be begging for more. Or... is it about the

money? Don’t worry, | can pay you too. Just tellyour price.”

His words were vile, dripping with arrogance and disrespect. Lily’s entire body trembled with anger as she glared

daggers at him. “Ryan,” she said coldly, “I warned you once before. You didn’t listen then, and it seems you're

not listening now,”

Summoning all her strength, she lifted her knee to strike him where it would hurt most. But Ryan anticipated the

move and swiftly trapped her leg.

“Oh

no, sweetheart,” he said mockingly. “You think I'd let you do that twice? Not tonight.”

Fear crept into Lily's chest as she realized she was trapped. She thrashed against him, trying to break free, her

voice cracking as she shouted for help.

“Your lips... they look so soft, so inviting. Ryan muttered as he leaned closer.

Just as his face was about to meet hers, a strong hand appeared out of nowhere, blocking his disgusting

advance. In an instant, Ryan was yanked backward by his collar and thrown to the ground.

Before he could even comprehend what was happening, a fist connected sharply with his face-once, twice, then

again and again. Ryan's screams of pain echoed in the hallway, but the assault didn’t stop. The attacker's

punches were relentless, filled with unbridled fury.

Through his blurred vision, Ryan caught a glimpse of his assailant-a towering figure radiating wanger.

A deep, chilling voice thundered through the hallway. “How dare you lay a finger on my wife?”

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