Rebirth After Being Betrayed by My Husband by Isabella Reed

ebirth After Being Betrayed by My Husband Chapter 42 Finished Lily stood frozen in disbelief, her eyes fixed on Ethan, who had shamelessly made himself comfortable in her bed. Anger flared in her chest as she shook him, her voice sharp. “Ethan, get up! This is my bed." He didn't even stir, his expression relaxed as if he had every right to be there. “This is my house, Ethan! You can't just do this!" she yelled, her frustration growing.

When he still refused to budge, she crossed her arms, her tone laced with warning. "If you don't leave, I swear I'll pour cold water all over you. Don't say I didn't warn you." Ethan remained as still as a rock, ignoring her threats entirely. No matter how much she pushed or shouted, he wouldn't move an inch. Her patience snapped. Narrowing her eyes, she climbed onto the bed, raising her leg with the intent to kick him off.

But just as she was about to strike, his hand shot out, grabbing her ankle. "Ahh!" she yelped as he pulled her off balance, causing her to fall onto his chest. His arms wrapped around her, trapping her securely.

"Lily," he said with a teasing smile, "how much longer are you planning to shout? Do you want to wake the neighbors?" She struggled against his hold, her face flushed with anger. "Whose fault is that? This is my house! Why are you even here? Letgo and get back to your own place!" Her squirming only made matters worse. Ethan's playful demeanor shifted as a look of discomfort crossed his face. His voice dropped, carrying an edge of warning. "Stop moving so much..." "Why? So you can take advantage of me, you shameless pervert?" she shot back, rolling her eyes. "Do you think I'm that naive?" His gaze darkened, and his voice dropped to a husky murmur. "If you don't stop moving, your wish might just ctrue." Her movements halted abruptly, her breath catching. "What wish?" she asked, confused. But then she felt it - something firm pressing against her leg. Her eyes widened in shock as realization dawned.

She looked up at his face, now shadowed with tension. Terrified, she tried to wriggle free, but his arms only tightened around her in a bone-cCasey ng embrace. "Stop moving, please," he whispered, his tone almost pleading.

Startled by the uncharacteristic vulnerability in his voice, she froze. The room fell into an uneasy silence, her racing heart the only sound she could hear. In that moment, she was torn between fury, embarrassment, and something she couldn't quite define.

For the first time, Ethan found himself in a situation he had no control over. He focused on steadying his breath, trying to distract his mind from the warmth of the woman in his arms. As he glanced down at her, now lying obediently still, a tender smile tugged at his lips. "I wish I could hold her like this forever," he thought.

After a moment, Lily tilted her head up to look at him. "Hey, are you okay?" she asked softly. "Hmm," he nodded, his ears turning crimson. Feeling the need to apologize, he added, "I'm sorry." Her gaze caught his reddened face, and a playful smirk spread across her lips. "Are you blushing?" she teased.

1/3 ||| 0 Chapter 42 "No," he denied quickly, avoiding her eyes. "I'm not blushing." Finished "You are. The cold and emotionless CEO is blushing!" she laughed, the sound light and melodic. Her laughter warmed him, and he found himself smiling despite the situation.

"What are you going to do about Sierra?" he asked, steering the conversation elsewhere.

Her laughter faded, and she shrugged. "You'll know tomorrow. By the way, how did you know it was Sierra?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.

"I just know," he replied, offering no further explanation. How could he not know when it cto matters concerning her? She yawned, dismissing his cryptic answer. "Whatever. If you don't want to tell me, it's fine." "Lily," he called after a moment of silence.

"Hmm?" she responded sleepily.

He hesitated before asking, "Do you still have any feelings for Ryan?" The question hung in the air, and when she didn't immediately answer, his chest tightened. Anxiety bubbled within him. Did she still harbor feelings for that man? He knew she despised Ryan, but was it enough to erase all the emotions she once felt? The thought of her lingering attachment to her ex twisted his stomach. Yet, he couldn't stop himself from asking again. "Lily, do you have any feelings for him?" When she still didn't respond, he raised his head to look at her. A smile tugged at his lips when he realized she had fallen asleep in his arms. Her peaceful expression melted his worries, and he chuckled softly.

"Goodnight, Lily," he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. With that, he closed his eyes, a serene smile gracing his face. That night, Ethan slept soundly, wishing the moment would never end.

The next morning, Lily woke up with a stretch, her eyes scanning the room. Not seeing any sign of the shameless man, she smiled in relief. "Looks like he left last night," she thought.

Humming to herself, she got out of bed and headed to the bathroom. After her morning routine and a refreshing shower, she dried her hair and changed into a comfortable dress.

As her stomach growled in hunger, she made her way to the kitchen, whistling a light tune. Little did she know, the day ahead would bring its own set of surprises.

Lily hummed softly to herself, feeling unusually cheerful. For the first tin a while, her sleep had been uninterrupted by nightmares. She couldn't help but smile as she went about her morning routine.

"You look like you're in a good mood," a voice suddenly broke her thoughts.

"Yes, I—” She paused mid-sentence, her brows knitting in confusion. Wait, who was she talking to? Turning around, her jaw dropped. Standing right before her, completely at ease, was Ethan-bare-chested, with nothing but a towel wrapped loosely around his waist.

"Good morning," he greeted casually, stepping closer to plant a quick kiss on her lips.

Blinking in stunned silence, she touched her lips reflexively before snapping out of her daze. "You... W-why 2/3 O < Chapter 42 are you walking around my house half-naked?" Finished "Tsk, tsk," Ethan clicked his tongue, feigning disappointment. "Lily, I think you need your eyes checked. I'm not naked-I'm wearing a towel." "That's my towel!" she exclaimed, throwing her hands over her eyes. She could feel her cheeks burning and cursed inwardly. Why did this man have to be so ridiculously handsome? "Oh, I didn't realize it was yours," he said with a mischievous smirk. "Should I take it off, then?” "Don't you dare!" she shrieked, peeking at him through her fingers. "And why are you even here? Didn't you leave last night?" Ethan chuckled, his tone light. "No." Her stomach dropped. "Then...where did you sleep?" "In your bed," he replied nonchalantly, shrugging. "With you." Lily's face turned bright red, her eyes wide with indignation. "You... How dare you sleep in my bed!" Amused by her reaction, Ethan reached out and pinched her nose playfully. "Careful, Lily. If you keep getting this worked up, you'll get wrinkles before your time." Before she could fire back, he grabbed her arm and began dragging her toward the kitchen. "Con. I made you breakfast."

Her stomach growled in response, and she stopped in her tracks, eyeing the spread of food of food laid out on the table The aroma alone was enough to make her mouth water. How long had it been since she'd had a proper, home-cooked meal? "Is it edible?" she asked hesitantly, narrowing her eyes at him.

Ethan shot her a look of mock offense. "Why don't you try it first? I bet you'll be begging for more." Rolling her eyes, she picked up a fork and took a tentative bite. Her eyes widened in surprise as the flavors hit her taste buds. "This is... amazing!" She didn't waste another second, diving into the meal with gusto. Between bites, she muttered, “You're really a good cook. Your future wife is going to be so lucky."

Her words made Ethan pause. For a moment, he just stared at her, a soft cer a sof smile tugging at his ips. It was the first the had cooked for someone else, and her praise sent an unfamiliar warmth through him. Clearing his throat, he leaned closer. "Just make sure to thankproperly in the future.”

Lily glanced up, confused by his cryptic comment. "Thank you properly? What's that supposed to mean?" Ethan didn't respond, his smile growing wider as he watched her enjoy the food. It was enough for now that she was happy. The meaning behind his words? That, he decided, could wait for another day. 10 30 3/3