Rebirth After Being Betrayed by My Husband by Isabella Reed

Rebirth After Being Betrayed by My Husband

Chapter 129

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“What? He's married?” Jacky exclaimed, her voice laced with shock. “When did this happen?”

Authur hesitated, his tone apologetic. “It’s already been a month. I'm truly sorry, Qian, Brother Charlse. | know

we had agreed to unite our families through this marriage, but Ethan fell in love with Lily, and he married her.”

Jacky blinked, clearly stunned. “What did you say? What's her nagain?” she asked, her voice barely above a

whisper.

“Lily,” Beatrice repeated, glancing at Jacky with slight confusion.

“Lily...” Jacky murmured, her mind seeming to drift elsewhere. Charlse noticed her dazed expression and gently

squeezed her hand, bringing her back to reality. She quickly snapped out of her thoughts, her cheeks flushed

with embarrassment. “I'm sorry... | didn’t mean to space out,” she apologized hurriedly.

Authur, looking regretful, tried to ease the tension. “Charlse, Jacky, | deeply regret that this promise between our

families has been broken. But what could we do? Love is unpredictable. | hope you're not angry with us.”

Baldwin Charlse sighed deeply but managed a nod. “I understand. Fate has its own plans, after all. Besides...” He

paused mid-sentence as if stopping himself from saying too much. “Anyway, | wish Ethan and Lily all the

happiness in their married life.”

Hearing his words, Authur and Beatrice sighed in relief. They had been anxious about the Baldwins reaction,

fearing anger or disappointment. But now, seeing their friends handle the news so gracefully, they felt

reassured. Smiling, the two couples enjoyed a peaceful lunch together before the Collins finally departed.

As soon as the guests left, Jacky turned to her husband, her expression tinged with worry. “Charlse, do you think

she-"

“Jacky,” Charlse interrupted firmly, cutting her off before she could finish. He looked at her with a mix of

tenderness and exhaustion. “Please, don’t start again. We've been down this road so many times, and it only

ends in disappointment.”

“But...”

“If it's meant to happen, our daughter will return to us someday,” he said with a heavy sigh, though his voice

held a note of hope. Taking her hand, he led her to the couch. “Come, sit down. Jeff will be here any moment

now, and you know he doesn't like seeing us looking so gloomy.”

Jacky tried to muster a smile, nodding in agreement. Just as she composed herself, the sound of footsteps on the

stairs caught their attention. Jeff, their youngest son, strolled down in his quirky Pokémon-themed pajamas,

clutching a small teddy bear.

“Yo! Good morning, Mom and Dad!” he greeted cheerfully. However, his bright smile faded as he took in their

expressions. Even though they were trying to act normal, Jeff wasn’t fooled. As an actor, he had a sharp eye for

emotions and could tell instantly that their smiles were forced.

“What's going on? Why do you both look so sad?” he asked, his tone half-joking to lighten the mood. “Wait... is it

because my big brother's finally getting married?”

Baldwin Charlse raised an eyebrow at his son. “Jeff, first of all, it's afternoon, not morning. Secondly, what

does your brother's marriage have to do with us looking sad?”

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Jeff plopped onto the couch tically, grinning mischievously. “Dad, it has everything to do with it! Marriage

equals compromises, compromises equal obeying your wife's every order, obeying your wife means turning into

her personal servant, and that leads to fights and stress. Ultimately, you end up depressed!”

Baldwin Charlse chuckled despite himself. “Really, Mr. Einstein? And how exactly does all of this connect to your

mother and me?”

“Simple,” Jeff replied with exaggerated confidence. “If my elder brother becomes miserable after marriage, you

two will feel miserable as well because, obviously, you love him. Therefore, my brothers and | have cto a

unanimous decision: we're never getting married!”

Baldwin Charlse’s lips twitched in irritation as he turned his stern gaze toward his youngest son. “What nonsense

are you spouting? Marriage is one of the best things that can happen to a person! Have you ever seen your

mother andfighting?”

Jeff, unfazed by his father’s tone, muttered under his breath, “That's probably because you're a complete wife

slave...”

Unfortunately for him, his mother, Jacky, caught the comment and burst into laughter.

“What did you just say?” Charlse asked, narrowing his eyes. The mischievous glint in his wife's eyes and his

son’s sheepish smile told him he hadn’t imagined it.

“Hehe... nothing, Dad,” Jeff replied, flashing an innocent grin. Trying to change the subject, he asked, “By the

way, who was that at the door earlier?”

“Oh, that was your Uncle Authur and Aunt Beatrice,” Jacky replied. But her smile quickly turned into a frown as

she took in her son's attire. “Jeff, seriously, what are you wearing? You're not a five-year-old anymore; you're 23!

Act your age! Just look at your elder brothers—they’re always so well-dressed. And then there's you...”

“Mom!” Jeff whined tically as he plopped down on the couch next to her, making a big show of pouting.

“Why is Dad scoldingagain? And what's wrong with my outfit? This is fashion! You just don’t get it.”

He turned to his mother, making an exaggerated puppy face and pretending to sob. “Mom...”

Baldwin Charlse groaned, rubbing his temples in frustration. He knew from experience that this was a losing

battle. Jacky doted on their youngest son to the point of spoiling him completely. As expected, she turned to her

husband with a soft look and scolded him instead.

“Charlse, why are you always picking on him? Leave the poor boy alone!”

“Jacky,” Charlse sighed, his exasperation evident, “this is entirely your fault. You've spoiled him so much that he

doesn’t even listen toanymore. He's 23 years old, and just look at him! What is he holding in his hand? A

teddy bear, for goodness’ sake!”

Before Jacky could respond, Jeff gasped tically, clutching the teddy bear to his chest. “Dad! You can scold