Chapter 15
Rebekah lowered her eyes and hung up without another word.
At the Forrester mansion, Benjamin stared at the disconnected call, a sudden void opening in his chest. He went to redial by instinct, but Candice stopped him, resting her hand on his.
“I know how to handle women like her. The more she acts out, the more you have to ignore her. Otherwise, she’ll just walk all over you.”
Candice grinned. “Trust me, a woman knows a woman. With someone like my sister, you have to give her the cold shoulder. That’s how you keep her loyal.”
Benjamin considered her words, then put his phone away.
Candice had a point. He had been too good to Rebekah, and it had made her arrogant. Now she even dared to talk about divorce. How could she possibly survive without him?
It was time to give her a taste of the real world.
After the draining conversation, Rebekah felt completely exhausted. The old injuries in her leg and hand began to ache. She sat on the sofa, scrolling through her phone, when an ad for an art exhibition caught her eye.
A spark ignited within her. Before she had started dancing, she had loved to draw. Her legs were beyond repair, but her hand could still hold a brush.
On the sofa, Rebekah’s cold expression softened into a smile, a new light shining in her eyes.
As long as she was alive, she would never give up on her dreams and passions. This wasn’t a tragedy; it was a new beginning.
The next day, Jensen knocked on her door again.
A faint smile played on his lips as he carried in more groceries and made himself at home.
“Just checking in on the patient.”
His tone was lazy, but left no room for argument.



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