My Rebirth: A Billionaire's Sweet Vow

Christian held Genevieve close, his arm a possessive band around her waist. She leaned into him, her head resting on his shoulder, her tear-filled eyes darting to mine. It was a silent challenge, a victory lap in front of everyone.

Whispers started then, like rustling leaves in a dry forest. "Did you see that?" "Poor Genevieve." "Eliana always was a bit much for him." I could feel their eyes on me, sharp and expectant. They wanted a show. They wanted to see me break.

But I wouldn't give them the satisfaction.

Christian tightened his grip on Genevieve, his gaze flicking to me, a smug satisfaction in his eyes. He expected a reaction, a meltdown, the usual Eliana.

He was wrong.

Before he could open his mouth to deliver another blow, I turned on my heel. My exit was quiet, devoid of drama. I just walked.

"My car, please," I told the attendant at the valet stand, my voice steady.

A moment later, Christian' s sleek black sedan pulled up, blocking my path. The window slid down, revealing Christian' s imposing figure.

"Get in, Eliana," he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument. "We need to talk."

My eyes drifted past him, landing on Genevieve in the passenger seat. She offered me another one of her fragile, apologetic smiles.

Christian caught my glance. "What?" he snapped, his irritation clear. "She's coming with us. Is that a problem?"

Genevieve quickly interjected, her voice saccharine sweet. "Oh, Christian, maybe Eliana would prefer to ride alone. I can always take a cab." She made no move to get out of the car. Her hands remained clasped innocently in her lap.

Christian squeezed her shoulder. "Nonsense, darling. You're upset enough. Eliana can sit in the back." His eyes narrowed as he looked at me. "Now get in, Eliana. Don't make a scene."

I didn't argue. I just opened the back door and slid inside, the rich leather cool against my skin. Genevieve immediately reached for Christian's hand, lacing her fingers through his. She then rested her head against his shoulder, her eyes fluttering closed as if totally exhausted by the emotional turmoil.

They were a tableau of intimate betrayal in the rearview mirror. I watched as Christian stroked her hair, his thumb tracing patterns on her skin. The entire interaction was a calculated insult, a deliberate display for my benefit.

A sickening lurch jolted me forward. It wasn't the car. It was the realization that I had once believed this man.

"What do you think you're doing?" Christian' s voice ripped through the silence.

I looked up. He was staring at me in the rearview mirror, his face a mask of anger.

"You got out," he accused, his voice thick with indignation.

My own car, a discreet silver sedan, had just pulled up behind his. "My driver arrived," I stated, my voice devoid of emotion.

He stared at me, his eyes searching, confused. "Are you punishing me, Eliana? Is this some new game?" He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box. He practically threw it at me. It landed with a soft thud on the seat beside me. "Here. Keep it. Don't make things difficult. Just... cooperate."

I looked down at the box. It held the engagement ring, a diamond I had once believed symbolized our future. Now it felt like a cheap prop.

"Cooperate with what, Christian?" I asked, my voice flat. "Your affair with my stepsister?"

His face went pale, then red. He glanced nervously at Genevieve, who mercifully seemed to be asleep. "Keep your voice down, Eliana!" he hissed, his eyes blazing. "Don't you dare ruin this for her!" His voice lowered, filled with a sudden, fierce protectiveness that had never once been for me. "She's delicate. And she's nothing like you. She's pure. She actually loves me."

The words hit me like a physical blow, not because they hurt anymore, but because of the sheer absurdity. Pure? Delicate? Genevieve? I had seen enough to know better.

I simply looked at him, then at the ring, then back at him. "You truly think so?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper. "You really believe she's pure?" He flinched, as if my words had scalded him. "You're delusional, Christian."

Without another word, I opened the car door and stepped out, leaving the velvet box on the seat. My driver quickly opened my door. I slid into my own car.

As we pulled away, I checked my phone. Genevieve' s latest Instagram story popped up. A close-up of her hand, delicately holding Christian' s. On her ring finger, a dazzling emerald-cut diamond ring, far more extravagant than the one he' d given me. The caption read: "Finally found my true happiness. "

My phone buzzed again. Christian.

I answered, putting it on speaker. I could hear Genevieve' s soft murmuring in the background. "Christian, what do you want?"

"Eliana," he stammered, "I… I just wanted to say… that was uncalled for. You upset Genevieve."

Then, a soft giggle from Genevieve, followed by Christian's hushed reply, "No, baby, I told you, she's nothing. Just a problem I'm handling."

I ended the call.

Immediately, a text message from an unknown number flashed across my screen. It was Genevieve.

"You really thought he loved you? Pathetic. He never did. He just wanted Hayden Innovations. But I' ll make sure he gets that too. And you? You'll have nothing."

The phone almost slipped from my numb fingers. The future might have shifted, but Genevieve' s venom was a constant.