My Husband's Betrayal My Brothers' Revenge (Rebekah) novel Chapter 49

"You're a real model wife and mother, aren't you?" Benjamin added with a sneer.

Faced with their scorn, Rebekah simply smiled and said nothing.

Her hand was practically useless, thanks to them. That one pot of soup had taken all the strength she had. Making anything else would have been impossible. She was done playing the role of the tireless servant for this father and son.

Seeing her silence, Benjamin threw down his fork and left, his mother trailing right behind him.

Old Mr. Forrester sighed. "Rebekah, don't pay them any mind. They're all out of their minds."

His words made Rebekah chuckle. "I'm fine, Grandpa. You should eat. Finish up and get some rest."

Old Mr. Forrester looked at her face, which had grown thinner over the past few days, and a new thought entered his mind for the first time.

Was he wrong to try and force Rebekah and Benjamin together?

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The next afternoon, Rebekah changed her clothes and left the house. The air was hot and heavy. She wore a simple T-shirt and jeans that hugged her slender frame, her long hair tied back in a high ponytail. Her flawless skin was radiant and smooth; no one would ever guess she was a mother.

When she arrived at the designated spot, she immediately saw Jensen leaning against a modest sedan. It was impossible to miss him. He was dressed in a simple button-down shirt and trousers, the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, revealing toned muscles that were clearly defined in the sunlight. With his broad shoulders and narrow waist, he cut a striking figure.

He was looking off into the distance, his head slightly tilted back, revealing the sharp, clean line of his jaw. His perfect profile was like that of a fallen god, captivating and impossible to look away from.

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