My Husband's Betrayal My Brothers' Revenge (Rebekah) novel Chapter 45

All she had left was her dream of being an artist.

She couldn't let that go. She had always loved to draw and had even studied fashion design for a while in college.

After a moment of thought, she took a shaky breath and began to sketch, forcing her hand to create a smooth line on the paper. Because of her injury, her progress was painfully slow. Just sketching a single dress took her two hours. She was so engrossed in her work that she didn't even notice Shawn enter the room.

He had come home from school intending to ignore her, but some strange impulse had drawn him to her bedroom.

For days, she had been glued to Great-Grandfather's side, barely sparing him a word. It infuriated him. It only proved how petty she was, how undeserving of being his mother.

The bedroom door was ajar, and from the hallway, he could see her sitting by the window, a pencil in her hand, a gentle expression on her face. He walked closer and saw the crooked, hesitant lines on the paper, vaguely forming the shape of a dress.

He let out a derisive snort. "That's so ugly. Are you trying to embarrass yourself?"

Shawn was young, but his words were sharp. The sudden voice startled Rebekah, and she frowned at him.

He continued his verbal assault. "You have zero artistic talent. What makes you think you can draw? Only Aunt Candice knows how to draw. Her pictures are a hundred times better than yours!"

He puffed out his chest. "You're a housewife. Your hands are for cooking. I'm hungry. Go make me dinner."

He thought he was offering her an olive branch. If she cooked for him, he would forgive her.

In Shawn's mind, she was so desperate to win back his and his father's affection that she'd jump at the chance.

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