Rebirth After Being Betrayed by My Husband by Isabella Reed

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As Pedro stormed out of the house, frustration boiled within him. One thought consumed his mind: he needed to

act, and he needed to act now. If he didn’t, Lily would remain ensnared in Ethan’s deceitful clutches. He couldn't

allow her to be trapped in that man’s web of lies. He had to save her, no matter what it took.

Noticing Pedro’s furious departure, Uncle Noel, the housekeeper, hurried after him. “Pedro!” he called out, his

voice laced with urgency. “Stop right there, Pedro!”

Despite Uncle Noel's shouts, Pedro kept moving, his steps quick and resolute. Frustrated by his lack of response,

Uncle Noel turned to the guards stationed nearby, who stood frozen like statues. “What are you all doing

standing there like fools? Stop him!” he barked.

The guards exchanged nervous glances, hesitation etched on their faces. They hadn't forgotten the last time

they'd dared to cross their boss-Pedro’s wrath had left them battered and terrified. Summoning a sliver of

courage, they began to approach him cautiously.

But before they could act, Pedro abruptly stopped and turned around, his cold gaze slicing through them like a

blade. “If any of you value your lives, go ahead-try to stop me,” he warned, his voice dripping with

menace.

The guards froze in place, their faces pale with fear. None of them dared to take another step forward. Glancing

uneasily between Uncle Noel and Pedro, they quickly retreated, resuming their posts without a word.

Pedro smirked at their cowardice. “Smart choice,” he muttered. “Now stay where you are.” Without sparing

another glance, he turned and continued toward the door.

Uncle Noel's frustration grew as he watched the guards shrink back. “Useless fools!” he bellowed. “What good

are you if you can’t even follow a simple order? Cowards! The lot of you!” Ignoring them, he quickened his pace,

determined to catch up with Pedro.

“Pedro, listen to me!” Uncle Noel shouted, his breath coming in short gasps. “Don’t do this, my boy. Please!”

But Pedro was determined. His mind was made up, and nothing Uncle Noel said could dissuade him. Reaching his

car, he yanked the door open, ready to leave. Just as he was about to step inside, Uncle Noel grabbed his arm,

pulling him back forcefully.

“Pedro, stop!” Uncle Noel pleaded, panting heavily.

“Not today, Uncle Noel,” Pedro said firmly, shaking his head. “I'm done listening. I've had enough!”

“She’ll hate you for this,” Uncle Noel warned, his tone desperate.

Pedro’s expression remained unyielding. “I don’t care,” he replied without hesitation.

“She’ll despise you, Pedro. Is that what you want?”

“I said | don’t care,” Pedro repeated, his voice steady but filled with determination.

“She’ll never forgive you,” Uncle Noel pressed, his voice growing softer, almost as if he were trying to appeal to

whatever shred of doubt might linger in Pedro's heart.

At that, Pedro snapped. “I DON'T CARE!” he roared, his voice echoing in the still air. His fists clenched at hie

eidae, hie anger threatening to evnlode. “I can live with her hatred if it meane che’s away from him! If T

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have to spend the rest of my life being despised by her, so be it. But at least she'll be with me. | can’t stand the

thought of her loving that man!”

His chest heaved with emotion as he continued. “I believe in my love for her. One day, she'll understand. Maybe

not today, maybe not tomorrow, but that day will come. And when it does, she'll forgive me. Until then, I'll bear

the weight of her anger if it means keeping her safe.”

“What about our plan, Pedro?” Uncle Noel demanded, his voice sharp with frustration. “What happened to

everything we discussed? You said you'd take it slow-first becoming her friend, and then gradually winning her

heart. Wasn't that the strategy? What changed?”

Pedro let out a humorless laugh, his eyes glinting with resolve. “Uncle Noel, lettell you something. Those

plans? They're useless. Absolute nonsense.”

Uncle Noel stared at him, stunned into silence.

“Do you know what would happen if | tried to be her friend?” Pedro continued, his tone laced with sarcasm.

“She'd friend-zonefaster than you can blink. And then what? Let's say | somehow manage to becher

friend and start trying to win her over. Do you know what she’ll seeas then? A brother, Uncle Noel. A

brother!”

Uncle Noel remained speechless, his lips pressed into a thin line.

Gripping Uncle Noel's shoulders tightly, Pedro leaned closer, his voice soft but firm. “I don’t want to be her

friend, and | definitely don’t want to be her brother. | want her to love me. | want to be the man she chooses, the

man she feels for just as deeply as | feel for her.”

Uncle Noel sighed deeply, his shoulders sagging. “Pedro, | understand how much you care for her. But right

now-"

“No, Uncle Noel,” Pedro cut him off sharply. “I can’t wait. If | stop now, it'll be too late. She's slipping away, and |

won't let her fall for that traitor. | need to act, and | need to act now.”

Seeing the fierce determination in Pedro's eyes, Uncle Noel realized there was no changing his mind. “Where are

you going?” he asked quietly, his voice carrying a trace of resignation.

“To bring my queen back where she belongs,” Pedro declared, his words brimming with confidence. He climbed

into his car and turned to glance at Uncle Noel one last time. A faint smile curved his lips as he said, “Don’t

worry, Uncle Noel. Get the house ready-decorate it. My queen is coming home.”

Without waiting for a reply, he started the engine and sped off, his car disappearing down the driveway.

For a moment, Uncle Noel stood motionless, watching the vehicle vanish into the distance. The worry etched on

his face gradually faded, replaced by a sly, calculating grin. As the car passed through the gates, a low, sinister

chuckle escaped his lips.

“This is perfect,” Uncle Noel murmured to himself.

Turning briskly, he headed back into the house. His voice rang out sharply as he addressed the guards. “What

are you standing around for? Didn't you hear what the boss said? Start decorating the house. Now!”

“Yes, sir!” the guards responded in unison, hurrying to obey the command.

Uncle Noel’s grin widened as he watched them scatter. His expression darkened with an unsettling intensity.

“The decorations won't be for the return of a queen,” he muttered under his breath. “They'll mark the beginning

of a war.”

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