My Husband's Betrayal My Brothers' Revenge (Rebekah) novel Chapter 2

A bittersweet feeling settled in Rebekah's heart.

In a way, she was lucky. Her husband and son hadn't abandoned her; if anything, they loved her more fiercely than before. Her own upbringing had been cold, but she had built a warm, loving home for herself.

…

After the surgery, her limbs felt numb and unresponsive. Her throat was painfully dry.

She tried to move her lips, but the sound of Shawn's voice from outside the door caught her attention.

"Dad, Mom looks so pathetic. The doctor said she'll be able to stand, but she'll never dance again. Or hold a scalpel."

Tears welled in Rebekah's eyes, a familiar ache tightening her chest. She had expected it, but hearing her son say it still cut deeper than she'd imagined.

"Dad," Shawn continued, his voice lower, "was it too cruel? Framing Mom with false testimony just to cover for Aunt Candice?"

*W-What? Cover for? Framing?*

Rebekah froze, certain she had misheard.

Her eyes flew open in disbelief as Benjamin's cold, clipped voice cut through the air. "Candice is a prima ballerina. Her reputation can't have a single stain on it."

"As for your mother," he went on, "she spent years living the life that should have been Candice's. She owes her for all those years Candice spent as an orphan. Besides, she's my wife now. What more could she possibly want?"

So, the architects of her ruin were her own husband and son.

Lying in the hospital bed, Rebekah bit down hard on her lip to stifle a scream. The hospital mix-up when she was a baby wasn't her fault. How could they say she had stolen Candice's life?

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