Rebirth After Being Betrayed by My Husband by Isabella Reed

Rebirth After Being Betrayed by My Husband

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The heavy iron door creaked as it swung open, and Rose was roughly dragged into a dimly lit room by two

guards. The cold air smelled of rust and oil, and the faint glint of sharp, sinister tools gleamed under the

flickering light of an old bulb.

“Elder sister... please, don’t do this! | beg you!” Rose's voice trembled with desperation, her tear-streaked face

twisted in fear.

Standing a few feet away, Lily observed her sister with an expressionless face, her arms crossed over her chest.

Though she knew this was merely a scene for the cameras, a flicker of satisfaction stirred within her. Seeing Rose

in such a vulnerable, terrified state felt... right. Her heart clenched as memories of her own suffering resurfaced-

the unbearable pain, the suffocating smoke, the helplessness.

Clenching her fists tightly, Lily took a slow breath, forcing herself to remain composed. This is just a scene, she

reminded herself. But if she could draw even a sliver of real fear from Rose in this fabricated scenario, she

wouldn't stop herself.

From the shadows, Stella stepped forward, her heels clicking sharply against the concrete floor. Her cold smile

was sharp enough to cut glass as she approached Rose, her eyes glinting with malice.

“Hannah,” she said softly, her voice dripping with false sweetness. “I'll ask one last time. Are you going to end

things with Lucas or not?”

“No!” Rose's voice cracked, but her defiance remained intact. “I love Lucas, and | will never leave him! Never!”

Stella’s smile widened into something predatory. “So brave... so foolish.”

-She leaned closer, her face mere inches from Rose’s. With a cruel gentleness, she cupped Rose’s chin, her

nails digging slightly into her soft skin. Then, she placed a mocking kiss on her forehead.

“Very well,” Stella said coolly. “You made your choice. Don’t blme for what happens next. Tie her to the

chair.”

“Yes, Ma'am,” one of the guards responded obediently, dragging Rose to an old, rickety wooden chair in the

center of the room. Despite her frantic struggling and muffled screams, they managed to secure her wrists and

ankles with thick ropes.

“Pour the kerosene,” Hannah commanded coldly.

The guards complied, dousing the ropes with a clear, pungent liquid. The smell of kerosene filled the air, sharp

and nauseating. A moment later, a small fldanced to life at the end of one rope, its glow casting eerie

shadows across Rose's panicked face.

“No... no... please! Stop!” Rose’s voice was hoarse as she struggled against her bindings, her wide eyes locked

onto the slowly advancing flame.

But her terror wasn’t just because of the fire. It was Lily's expression that truly chilled her to the bone. The cold

hatred in her sister's eyes was something primal, something terrifyingly real. For a brief moment, Rose forgot

this was just a staged scene. In her heart, she felt an unsettling certainty: if this were real, Lily wouldn't hesitate

to let those flames consher.

The fire crackled closer, and Rose’s screams echoed through the dark room, mingling with the flickering light and

the suffocating scent of smoke.

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Lily stood frozen, her eyes locked on the flames inching dangerously close to Rose. Though she knew the fire was

fake, part of her wished it were real-that Rose would truly suffer the way she once had. Her fists clenched

involuntarily, and for a brief moment, the line between reality and acting blurred in her mind.

Everyone on set sensed something was off. It was tfor Lily to deliver her next line, but she stood still, as if

rooted to the spot. Director Young and Mia exchanged nervous glances. While her expression matched the scene

perfectly, something in her eyes seemed... too real.

Just as Director Young was about to call for a cut, Lily finally spoke.

“Pour all the cold water over her!” Her voice was sharp, cutting through the heavy silence.

The assistant holding the bucket of ice water sighed in relief and quickly stepped forward. Without hesitation, he

tilted the bucket, letting the freezing water cascade over Rose's trembling form.

Rose let out a sharp scream as the icy water drenched her, the shock sending shivers through her entire body.

Lily's cold voice followed, each word carrying weight. “This is just the beginning, my dear little sister.” Her gaze

lingered on Rose’s quivering figure before she turned to the guards. “Keep torturing her until she agrees to leave

Lucas. And remember, do not touch her.”

“Cut!” Director Young's voice echoed across the set.

The tension in the room shattered as applause erupted. Crew members moved quickly to assist the actors. Ryan

rushed forward with a large towel, wrapping it carefully around Rose, while an assistant handed her a steaming

cup of hot chocolate.

Mia intercepted Lily as she walked off set, gently grabbing her hands and guiding her to a nearby chair. She

handed her a bottle of water and asked softly, “Lily, are you alright?”

Lily took a sip, her hands slightly trembling. “I'm fine, Sister Mia,” she replied, her voice steady but distant.

She wasn't fine. For a brief moment during that scene, her desire for revenge had consumed her entirely. The

thought of Rose burning alive had felt... satisfying. And that scared her. Revenge was a poison, one that could

consher if she let it.

But she wouldn't let herself be swallowed by it. Her revenge would be precise and calculated. She would strip

Rose of everything she held dear-her wealth, her status, her fame, her love.

Taking a deep breath, Lily pushed those thoughts aside and focused on something else-Ethan. The thought of

him brought a soft smile to her lips, and she clung to it as an anchor.

By evening, the shoot had wrapped up. Ethan was already waiting outside in his car. Lily and Mia slipped into the

backseat discreetly.

The drive was quiet, though Mia fidgeted nervously the entire way. Her mind was clearly elsewhere.

When they arrived at the restaurant, Mia hesitated as they stepped out of the car. Lily noticed her pale face and

asked, “Sister Mia, are you okay?”

“Actually, Lily, my stomach-" Mia started to make an excuse, but Ethan’s smooth voice interrupted her.

“Lily, Sister Mia, let's go.”

Mia swallowed her words and sighed. With a resigned expression, she followed the couple into the

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