Rebirth After Being Betrayed by My Husband (Lily and Ryan) novel Chapter 81

Rebirth After Being Betrayed by My Husband 

Chapter 81 

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Taylor chuckled, his tone light but tinged with something deeper. “Maybe because, in some ways, I’m just like you. 

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Lily’s eyes narrowed as she studied him. “You…?” She hesitated, pointing at him. “You’re an orphan too?” 

He sighed, his lips curling into a faint, almost melancholic smile. “Unfortunately, I don’t have that kind of luck. 

Her expression darkened at his words, and she frowned deeply. “There’s nothing good about being an orphan,” she said quietly. Only she knew the ache of missing her real parents, the longing to find them and feel their warmth again. 

Taylor shrugged casually. “Perhaps. But being an orphan is still better than being tied to the Miler family.” 

Lily nodded in agreement, her voice laced with bitterness. “That much is true. All they care about is using people for their own gain. But if you’re not an orphan, then who are you? What’s your connection to the Miler family?” 

Taylor leaned back, an amused glint in his eyes. “Why don’t you take a guess, Elder Sister? Who do you think I am? Why do you think I’m telling you all this? Do you even believe a word I’ve said?” 

She raised her chin, refusing to back down. “I’m not sure. Maybe I believe you, or maybe I don’t. Either way, I want to hear your story.” 

In her mind, the facts were clear: Taylor was Morgan’s son. Unlike her, the true outsider, he had always been treated with respect and privilege. Morgan was a selfish, manipulative man who cared only about his own benefit. There was no way he would have taken in someone without getting something in return. 

And if Taylor had truly been helping her all this time, why hadn’t he stepped in during her darkest moments? When she was drugged and humiliated, where was he? When she was trapped in that fire, calling out for help, why hadn’t he come? In the end, she had died, abandoned and alone. 

Her gaze hardened. Whatever story he had to tell, she was certain it would be a lie. 

Taylor seemed to sense her skepticism. “Would you believe me if I told you my story, Elder Sister? Would you believe me if I said I’m not Morgan’s son? If I said I’m not that self–obsessed woman’s twin? Would you believe me?” 

“Honestly?” she replied, her voice firm. “No. I wouldn’t. I think this is just another trick to trap me. After all, you have the Miler family’s blood in your veins. How could you not be deceitful, malicious, and cruel?” 

He groaned dramatically, throwing his hands in the air. “Oh, come on, Elder Sister! First of all, I’m no to you. And second, can you please stop lumping me in with the Miler family? I’m nothing like that b narcissistic woman who thinks the world revolves around her. Just look at me–do I look anything lik 

Lily snorted, rolling her eyes. “Of course not. You’re fraternal twins; you wouldn’t look alike.” 

Taylor burst into laughter, his tone mocking. “And you actually believe that nonsense?” 

She raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued despite herself. Then what’s the truth? If you’re not Rose’s twin, then who are you?” 

His expression shifted, becoming more serious. “I won’t deny that I have the Miler family’s blood in my 

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He paused, taking a deep breath before speaking again, his voice filled with quiet pride. “My name is George Darby.” 

The name seemed to carry weight as he said it, and for a moment, his eyes glistened with unshed tears. A small, bittersweet smile played on his lips, a glimpse of the story he had yet to tell. 

George Darby? 

Lily furrowed her brows, her curiosity piqued as she waited for him to elaborate. George Darby–no longer Taylor–took a steadying breath, opened the file he had retrieved earlier, and slid a photograph across the desk toward her. 

As she picked up the picture, her eyes flickered with emotion. The image was heartwarming–a man and a woman, radiating happiness, held a chubby–cheeked baby between them. Her gaze shifted back to George Darby, seeking answers, 

“The baby in the picture is me,” he began, his voice steady but tinged with an undercurrent of pain. “These are my real parents–Williams Grant, my father, and Beatrice Miller, my mother. Beatrice Miller was Morgan’s younger sister.” 

Lily’s eyes widened in surprise. “Morgan had a younger sister?” 

He nodded. “Yes. But my parents passed away when I was just a baby. This company was originally founded by my father and was called Grant Corporation. After their deaths, Morgan seized the opportunity and renamed it Miller Corporation.” 

His tone turned bitter, his emotions bubbling to the surface. “Morgan is nothing more than a greedy parasite. He didn’t take me in out of love or family loyalty. He only did it to gain control of the company. Elder Sister, you think he’s treated me well, but that’s only because I’m the key to his power over this empire.” 

Pausing, he looked directly into her eyes, his expression raw. “Why do you think he never lets me lead any projects? On paper, I’m the CEO, but in reality, I’m a mere puppet. And when this company reaches its peak, he’ll waste no time in discarding me to hand everything over to his precious, self–absorbed daughter.”