Rebirth After Being Betrayed by My Husband by Isabella Reed

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The banquet hall was brimming with energy as cast members, producers, investors, and their friends and

families mingled over food and drinks. The atmosphere was relaxed yet lively, with conversations and laughter

filling the air.

When Lily and Mia entered the hall, Director Young promptly noticed them and beckoned them over. He

graciously introduced the pair to various attendees, ensuring they felt included. Lily greeted everyone with poise

and began engaging in polite conversation, making an effort to connect with those around her.

Meanwhile, from a corner of the room, Rose and Nathan watched the scene unfold, their expressions tinged with

disdain. Rose had invited Ryan to accompany her tonight, but he was unable to attend due to work

commitments. As the two whispered to each other, the chatter in the hall shifted, and heads turned toward the

entrance.

The arrival of one of the event's most esteemed guests, Mr. Morgan, was met with much excitement. Not only

was he a prominent shareholder in the film, but he was also the father of the two lead actresses. Director Young

immediately approached him with a warm smile.

“Thank you so much, Mr. Morgan, for attending my birthday banquet,” Director Young said enthusiastically.

“Happy birthday, Director Young,” Mr. Morgan replied with a hearty laugh. Rose's face lit up as she moved toward

her father.

“Rose and Lily are under your guidance, Director Young,” Mr. Morgan said proudly. “I couldn't miss this

occasion.”

“You're too kind, Mr. Morgan,” Director Young responded with a chuckle. “But truthfully, your daughters are so

talented they hardly need my guidance.”

Producer Hudson quickly offered Mr. Morgan a seat near his daughters. “Please, Mr. Morgan, join us here,” he

said, gesturing to a spot between Rose and Lily. With a nod, Mr. Morgan took his place, his expression softening

as he looked at his daughters.

“Your daughters are not only beautiful but incredibly talented,” Producer Hudson remarked with admiration.

“Indeed,” Director Young added. “Lily, your eldest, is truly exceptional.”

Mr. Morgan's eyes glimmered with pride. “You're absolutely right. Both Lily and Rose are my treasures.” “Dad,”

Rose chimed in, affectionately clutching her father’s arm as she cast a charming smile at those around them.

Lily, on the other hand, maintained her composed demeanor, nodding politely.

“You've seen my performances, but my elder sister is even more skilled than | am,” Rose said, her voice filled

with feigned humility. “Everything | know, I've learned from her.”

Mia, observing this interaction, inwardly rolled her eyes. She couldn't help but think, What a facade this family

puts up.

A waitress soon approached their table with drinks. Rose seized the opportunity, standing up with a glass of wine

in hand. Raising her glass high, she addressed the room with a practiced smile.

“I would like to propose a toast to Director Young on his birthday,” she announced. “Happy birthday, Director

Young. May your life be long and filled with happiness.”

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Everyone raised their glasses in celebration, toasting with their wine. Lily held her own glass but hesitated to

drink. Her face showed a hint of discomfort, as she knew her tolerance for alcohol was almost

nonexistent.

“Lily, is everything alright?” Producer Hudson asked, noticing her uneasy expression.

Mia chuckled softly. “Oh, Lily has a very low alcohol tolerance, so she can’t drink much,” she explained.

The group nodded understandingly, and Director Young smiled warmly. “That's perfectly fine, Lily. You don’t have

to drink if you don’t want to.”

Lily felt a wave of relief at his words, though she still debated internally. Not drinking might cacross as

disrespectful, but she couldn't risk it either. Just then, she noticed a waitress passing by with a tray of beverages.

Spotting a glass of juice, she politely stopped the waitress and took one.

“I'm sorry for not being able to join you with wine,” Lily said with a small, apologetic smile. “But I'd still like to

offer a toast. Happy birthday, Director Young! May your life be filled with continued success and happiness.”

Her heartfelt words earned smiles from everyone as she raised her glass of juice and took a sip.

“Thank you, Lily, and thank you all,” Director Young said, clearly touched by the gesture.

As the evening progressed, Lily began to feel strange. Her vision blurred slightly, her hands grew clammy, and

an intense heat coursed through her body. Each breath felt labored, and her dress suddenly felt unbearably tight.

What's happening to me? she wondered in alarm. | need to get sfresh air.

Turning to Mia, she called softly, “Sister Mia...”

“Hm? What's wrong?” Mia asked, her expression shifting to concern when she noticed how pale Lily had become.

“I'll... just step outside for a moment,” Lily whispered, her voice weak and shaky.

“Are you sure you're alright?” Mia pressed, worry evident in her tone,

Lily nodded quickly. “I'm fine,” she insisted, though her trembling hands betrayed her words. She stood abruptly,

muttering an unsteady, “Excuse me,” before hurrying toward the exit.

Mia's eyes followed her friend with growing unease. Something didn’t feel right. Her instincts screamed for her to

go after Lily, but just as she moved to follow, Producer Hudson called her attention back to their conversation.

Reluctantly, she stayed behind, though her heart was heavy with concern.

Lily, please be alright, she silently prayed, hoping her instincts were wrong.

Meanwhile, someone else had been watching Lily closely. Sierra’s lips curled into a sly smile as she saw her

rival leave the room.

“Lily, you should've known better than to cross me,” she murmured under her breath. “That role was mine, and

you dared to take it? Let's see how you handle the consequences.”

With a confident smirk, Sierra slipped away from the crowd, following Lily with an air of calculated malice.

Everyone raised their glasses in celebration, drinking to the joyful occasion Lily also halda

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Noticing the unease on her face, Producer Hudson leaned closer, his brows furrowed with curiosity. “Lily, is

everything alright? You seem a bit out of sorts.”

Before Lily could respond, Mia chuckled and chimed in, “Oh, it’s nothing to worry about. Lily has a very low

tolerance for alcohol, so she usually avoids drinking.”

The group collectively nodded in understanding. Director Young waved his hand dismissively, offering a kind

smile. “That's perfectly fine, Lily. There's no need to force yourself. You don’t have to drink.”

Despite the reassuring words, Lily was locked in an internal struggle. Would refusing to drink cacross as

impolite? Her hesitation lingered until Director Young's casual acceptance finally put her at ease. A sense of relief

washed over her.

Just then, a waitress walked by carrying a tray of drinks. Among the glasses of wine, Lily spotted a glass of juice.

Seizing the opportunity, she politely stopped the waitress and exchanged her wine for the juice. Turning back to

the group with a warm smile, she raised her glass.

“I apologize for not being able to join in with wine,” she said sincerely. “My tolerance is quite low, but I'd still like

to propose a toast with this juice. Happy birthday, Director Young! May you enjoy continued success and

happiness.”

Her thoughtful gesture earned her a chorus of smiles and approving nods. Everyone raised their glasses once

more, while Director Young laughed heartily. “Thank you, Lily. And thank you, everyone.”

As the celebration continued, a strange sensation began to creep over Lily. Her vision blurred, and a wave of

dizziness overtook her. Beads of sweat formed on her palms, and an intense heat coursed through her body,

accompanied by a sharp, overwhelming pain. Breathing beca struggle, and the tightness of her dress

seemed unbearable.

What's happening to me? she wondered in alarm. Her mind raced for a solution, and she decided that stepping

outside for fresh air might help.

“Sister Mia...” she whispered, her voice faint and strained.

Mia immediately turned to her, concern etched on her face. “What is it, Lily? Are you okay?”

“I'm fine...” Lily tried to reassure her, though her trembling hands betrayed her words. She pushed herself to

stand, though her movements were abrupt and unsteady. “Excuse me,” she mumbled before quickly making her

way toward the exit.

Mia watched her leave, her gut twisting with unease. Something felt terribly wrong. Her instincts screamed at

her to follow, but before she could act, the producer pulled her into a conversation, distracting her momentarily.

Still, Mia's thoughts lingered on Lily, silently hoping she would return soon and unharmed. Unbeknownst to

anyone else in the room, a sly smile crept across Sierra’s lips as her eyes followed Lily's retreating figure.

Triumph glimmered in her gaze as she rose and discreetly trailed behind her.

“Lily,” Sierra muttered under her breath, her tone dripping with malice, “you should have known better than to

challenge me. That role was mine, and you dared to take it from me? Now, you'll learn the price of crossing me.”

A sinister smirk curled on her face as she disappeared through the doorway, her intentions as dark as the

shadows she moved within.

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