My Husband's Betrayal My Brothers' Revenge (Rebekah) novel Chapter 76

Rebekah stood frozen in the doorway, a sharp pain piercing her chest. She knew what Benjamin had done for Candice, and she knew it meant he felt something for her. But seeing it with her own eyes was a different kind of shock.

Candice also quickly stood up. "Sister, my blood sugar dropped for a second, and Benjamin just caught me. Please, don't misunderstand."

"Besides," she added, "it was just a hug. It's not like we crossed any lines. Benjamin and I have been best friends for years; you don't need to be so sensitive about it."

Benjamin walked toward Rebekah, reaching for the bag of medication in her hand.

She flinched away. "Don't touch me."

"I already explained it was a misunderstanding. Can you stop being so petty?" he snapped, his brow furrowed in frustration.

A bitter smile touched Rebekah's lips. "I'm not misunderstanding anything. We're getting a divorce soon anyway. Who you're with is none of my business."

Benjamin assumed she was just being dramatic and his face darkened. "Rebekah, how long are you going to keep this up?"

Fainted? Rebekah saw the triumphant, challenging look Candice shot her from behind Benjamin's back.

At Candice's words, Benjamin's face grew even stormier. "First, a bad wife, and now a bad mother? Rebekah, it seems I've been far too lenient with you. You can spend a few days in the attic and reflect on your behavior."

The attic at the Forrester estate was a small, windowless room with no electricity. Once the door was closed, it was completely dark. Rebekah had been locked in there once before, shortly after she and Benjamin were married. His mother, who despised her, had found fault with everything she did. After she accidentally broke a vase, her mother-in-law had thrown her into the attic for a full day and night. The experience had nearly broken her.

Benjamin had returned from a business trip just in time to rescue her. She had woken up weak and disoriented, and he had held her so tightly she could barely breathe, tears streaming down his face. "I'm so sorry, my love," he had whispered. "I came back too late. We're moving out. We're never living here again."