Reborn at Eighteen The Billionaire's Second Chance novel Chapter 172

Reborn at Eighteen: The Billionaire’s Second…

Chapter 172

Elara

The silence that followed was different this time. It wasn’t the

shocked, scandalized silence from before. It was softer, heavier, filled

with uncomfortable sympathy and dawning realization.

I’d done it. I’d played the part of the heartbroken, helpless girl, and

they’d bought it. I could see it in their faces, in the way they were

looking at me now–not with contempt or suspicion, but with pity.

Poor Elara, who’d loved Julian Vane and lost. Poor Elara, who just

wanted to be left alone.

It made me sick to my stomach. It made me hate myself. But it had

worked.

I glanced at Julian one more time, and I saw something in his face.

that made my breath catch. He was looking at me with an expression

I’d never seen before–pain and longing and something that might

have been regret. For a moment, I thought he might actually say

something, might actually step forward and acknowledge what I’d

just confessed in front of all these people.

But then Sloane tightened her grip on his arm, and the moment

passed. He stayed where he was, silent and still, and I knew with

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absolute certainty that nothing had changed. He’d heard everything

I’d said, and it didn’t matter. It would never matter.

I turned away from him one final time, and this time I didn’t look

back.

“I’m sorry for disrupting your engagement party,” I said to Sloane, my

voice soft and defeated. “Congratulations to you both. I hope you’ll be

very happy together.”

The words tasted like ashes in my mouth, but I said them anyway.

Because that’s what they wanted to hear. That’s what would let me

walk out of here with some shred of dignity intact.

I started toward the door, and this time the crowd parted for me in a

different way. Not with judgment or curiosity, but with something

closer to respect. A few people even nodded at me as I passed, their

expressions sympathetic.

I walked through the hallways of Blackwood Estate one last time, past

the library where Julian and I used to sit together in comfortable

silence, past the small office where my father had worked as the estate manager. Every step felt like a goodbye, like I was walking

away from my entire childhood and all the dreams I’d once had.

When I reached the front entrance, I paused at the top of the marble

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steps, looking out at the manicured grounds and the line of luxury

cars in the circular driveway. Behind me, I could hear the party

starting up again, the music and laughter resuming as if nothing had

happened. As if I’d never been there at all.

Julian appeared in the doorway behind me. I didn’t turn around, but I

could feel his presence, could sense him standing there in the cold

night air.

“Elara,” he said, and his voice was rough with emotion. “Wait.”

I closed my eyes, fighting the urge to turn around, to run back to him,

to let him pull me into his arms and make empty promises he’d never

keep.

“I can’t,” I whispered. “I can’t do this anymore.”

“I never meant-” He stopped, and I heard him take a shaky breath.

“What you said in there, about loving me… was any of it true?”

I finally turned to look at him. He was standing in the doorway,

backlit by the warm glow of the house, and he looked more vulnerable

than I’d ever seen him. His hair was disheveled, his bow tie loose, and

there was something in his eyes that looked almost like desperation.

“Does it matter?” I asked. “Would it change anything if I said yes?”

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He opened his mouth, but no words came out. And in that silence, I

had my answer.

“That’s what I thought,” I said quietly. I pulled out my phone and

ordered an Uber, my hands shaking as I typed in the address for my

apartment in the Bronx.

“Let me drive you home,” Julian said, taking a step toward me. “It’s

late, and it’s not safe-”

“No.” The word came out sharper than I’d intended, and I saw him

flinch. “No more. I meant what I said in there. I’m done with this

family. I’m done with you. I’m done pretending that any of this was

ever going to work out.”

I looked at him one last time, memorizing every detail of his face-

the sharp line of his jaw, the way his dark hair fell across his

forehead, the pain in his eyes that I knew he’d never acknowledge out

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