My Husband's Betrayal My Brothers' Revenge (Rebekah) novel Chapter 103

His face tightened as he glared at her. "Fine! I don't want to be your son anyway! If I had a choice, I'd wish Miss Candice was my mother!" With that, Shawn scrambled to his feet and ran out of the room, sobbing.

"Shawn! You've got a lump on your head, you need some ice for that!" his grandmother cried, chasing after her precious grandson.

Benjamin turned back to Rebekah, the anger in his eyes deepening. "When did you become like this, Rebekah? Shawn is just a child. Don't you think words like that will break his heart?"

"He's old enough to say he doesn't want me for a mother," she retorted. "Once or twice, I could dismiss it as a tantrum. But he says it all the time, so I'm going to start taking him seriously. If that's what he wants, then fine, I'll grant his wish."

She looked from Benjamin to Candice, who was still on the bed, a smirk playing on her lips. "It's just like you, Candice. Visiting the Forrester estate once could be seen as just dropping by. But staying here indefinitely? One might start to think you're positioning yourself as Benjamin's future wife."

"Rebekah!" Benjamin grabbed her wrist. "What nonsense are you talking about?" Something was seriously wrong with her tonight. It was like she'd gone mad, lashing out at everyone.

At Rebekah's words, tears began to stream down Candice's face. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to cause any trouble. It's just that Shawn is so attached to me, I come over to keep him company. I never realized it bothered you so much, Rebekah. I'll leave right now."

She threw back the covers and tried to get out of bed, but the moment she put weight on her foot, she winced and let out a sob of pain. A pang of sympathy shot through Benjamin. He rushed to her side, gently stopping her. "Who said you have to leave? Rebekah doesn't run this house. You can stay as long as you want."

"Benjamin, please don't," Candice insisted, still trying to get up. "Rebekah already misunderstands me. Our little spats are one thing, but this is about your marriage. I can't be so thoughtless."

"Don't bother. Like I said, I don't want our son, and I don't want your money. All I want is a quick divorce," she replied. "Don't be late tomorrow."

And just like that, in a few short sentences, their divorce was settled. Rebekah glanced at Benjamin's stormy expression and then at Candice, who couldn't hide the glee in her eyes. She scoffed inwardly. If she'd known that all it took was one major meltdown to get him to agree to a divorce, she wouldn't have wasted so much time.

As she was about to leave, the bedroom door opened. Old Mr. Forrester stood in the doorway, the butler just behind him. His face was drawn and weary, but his eyes were sharp and alert.

In a commanding voice, he said, "A divorce? Did you really think you could do something so drastic behind my back? No one is going to City Hall tomorrow!"