My Husband's Betrayal My Brothers' Revenge (Rebekah) novel Chapter 42

When Rebekah woke again, the surroundings were both familiar and strange, making it hard to distinguish dream from reality. A persistent, dull ache throbbed in her ankle.

"Mrs. Forrester, you must be mindful of your ankle from now on. Keep it warm on damp days if it hurts, and don't walk too much. Otherwise, I'm afraid it may never heal properly." It was the doctor's voice.

She sat up and realized she was in her old bedroom at the estate. After thanking the doctor, Benjamin pushed the door open before she could even collect her thoughts. His expression was frigid, and a cold aura seemed to radiate from him. A flicker of disgust crossed his eyes when he saw her.

He strode to her bedside and seized her wrist. "What a performance, Rebekah," he sneered.

Rebekah winced, yanking her hand away. "What is your problem?"

"My problem?" Benjamin scoffed, his dark, charming eyes simmering on the edge of rage. "You come back here, don't even bother to knock, and then you stand in the rain until you get sick? All just to play the victim for Grandpa so he'd yell at Candice?"

"Rebekah, how can you be so malicious?"

Rebekah's face was still pale from her illness.

She continued, her voice cracking. "If you're angry, you could have just told me. I'm not like other girls who play games; I'm very direct. If you had said you didn't want me here, I would have left immediately. You didn't have to resort to a scheme like this just to make Grandpa Forrester dislike me."

Her performance made Shawn even angrier. He glowered at Rebekah. "You wanted Great-Grandfather to hate Aunt Candice! You're such a manipulative, evil woman! I don't have a mother like you!"

Benjamin's face was a stony mask, colder than before. "Your little tricks only make me despise you more, Rebekah. If you want to remain Mrs. Forrester, then you'll follow the Forrester family rules. Don't bring the disgusting habits you picked up in prison into this house."

A wave of numb weariness washed over Rebekah as she faced their accusations. She offered a thin, bitter smile. "Spare me your hypocrisy. Grandpa is gravely ill, yet you were in the living room this morning, dancing and celebrating. Your music was so loud you couldn't hear me knocking. You didn't open the door, and now you have the audacity to blame me? So funny."