My Husband's Betrayal My Brothers' Revenge (Rebekah) novel Chapter 23

Chapter 23

He was referring to her promise to be his date for a gala.

Rebekah lowered her eyes, feeling a bit awkward as she followed him inside. It had been years since she’d attended an event like this.

Inside, the dazzling array of beautiful gowns made her eyes sting.

It had been just as long since she had worn anything so lovely.

The salon’s lavish interior was so intimidating that she felt herself shrink. While she wasn’t an expert in fashion, her years with Benjamin had given her a sense of what things cost. This was a place far beyond the means of ordinary people.

Rebekah glanced hesitantly at Jensen. “I can do my own makeup. We can just rent a dress. There’s no need for…”

She had very little money left, most of it from selling some old jewelry. Jensen was just a regular person, too. The cost of this place was more than both of them could afford combined.

A flicker of coldness crossed Jensen’s face before it was replaced by his usual warm, lingering smile. “Don’t worry. This is a friend’s shop. We’re just here to help him with some promotion.”

Only then did Rebekah relax and follow the stylist into the dressing room.

As he watched her slightly gaunt figure disappear from view, Jensen’s eyes turned to ice. The warmth vanished, replaced by a glacial fury.

*Rebekah, what did he put you through?*

The memory of her timid expression when she saw the beautiful dresses ignited a murderous rage within him.

*Benjamin Forrester…* he thought. *I will make him pay for every second of it.*

Rebekah chose a gown and sat down for her makeup. The stylist was incredibly friendly, her smile practically reaching her eyes. As she leaned in, Rebekah noticed her name tag: she was the salon’s director. How influential of a friend did Jensen have to get the director herself to do her makeup?

The strangeness of it all made Rebekah curious. “The man who came in with me,” she began, “is he good friends with your boss?”

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Chapter 23

The director, still smiling, answered quickly as she worked. “You mean the gentleman outside? Oh, he’s…”

*Crash!*

The sound of something heavy shattering came from outside. The director paused, shot Rebekah an apologetic look, and hurried out.

A moment later, the door swung open again, and a familiar figure walked in.

“What a coincidence. I didn’t expect to see you here,” Candice said, her face a mask of

saccharine sweetness.

Rebekah looked up and met Candice’s smiling gaze. She instinctively frowned; it felt like running into the last person on earth she wanted to see.

Seeing that Rebekah was ignoring her, Candice simply shrugged and plopped down in the chair beside her. “This is the most exclusive styling studio in the city, you know. To even get an appointment, you must have told them you were Mrs. Forrester, didn’t you? Honestly, Rebekah, you’re about to get divorced. Are you really still using that title to keep up appearances?”

Rebekah merely raised an eyebrow.

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