Rebirth: Love me Again

Chapter 217 Cold Rage

[EVE]

Sophie's expression faltered, the smile slipping from her face. Her lips pressed into a thin line as she tilted her head to the side, feigning confusion. "What are you talking about, Eve? I never said it was you."

"That's exactly the problem," I shot back, crossing my arms. "Because you didn't name anyone, people assume it was me. Do you have any idea what I've been dealing with? My reputation is at stake here and if you don't fix it soon. I will."

Sophie's eyes narrowed, her fingers curling over the armrests of her wheelchair. "It's not my fault if people think it was you," she said coolly. "I can't control how others choose to think. Besides, I've already told everyone it wasn't you. If they don't believe me, that's hardly something I can fix."Nôv(el)B\\jnn

I leaned closer, my voice steady but laced with simmering anger. "Then name the person who did push you."

Her shoulders stiffened, and for the first time, a flicker of unease passed across her face. It was gone as quickly as it came, replaced by a carefully composed look of nonchalance.

"Why should I?" she said, her tone clipped. "Dragging more people into this won't change anything. You're not the only one who's had to endure. I have a broken leg here."

The room felt colder as silence stretched between us, the tension felt in every fibre.

"If you don't do something about this, Sophie," I said, my voice steady but laced with warning, "trust me—you won't like what I'm going to do."

A sharp gasp echoed from the far end of the room, but before I could gauge the reaction, a thunderous voice shattered the tension.

"Are you threatening my daughter in my own house?"

Sophia's voice carried the weight of both fury and indignation, but her hand moved even faster.

The slap came so swiftly that I didn't even register it until the sting exploded across my cheek. My head snapped to the side, and the ringing in my ears made everything else fade to a dull hum.

"Eve?"

I flinched, startled by the sound of Cole's gentle yet steady voice.

I turned around, expecting to see an empty apartment.

"You're still here?" I asked, trying to sound composed. "I thought you were at your office."

Cole's sharp gaze immediately locked onto my face. His expression darkened as he crossed the room in an instant.

"What happened to your face?" he asked, his voice quiet but with an edge that made my chest tighten.

Before I could brush it off, he was already standing before me, his fingers cool against my burning skin as he cupped my bruised cheek. His touch was unexpectedly gentle, a stark contrast to the storm brewing in his eyes.

"They did this," he said with icy certainty.

I saw it then—the moment his fury ignited. His pupils narrowed, his jaw clenched, and the air around him seemed to drop in temperature. His entire demeanor transformed into something cold, menacing, and utterly lethal.

"They'll pay for this," he hissed, his words dripping with venom.

"It's fine," I said quickly, carefully stepping away from his touch. My voice trembled just slightly, but I forced myself to sound calm. "I've already taken care of it. I recorded everything—videos, photos, and even audio. I'll present it all in court. I'll clear my name."

When he didn't respond, I glanced back at him. Cole stood rigid, his back to me, his fists shaking with barely contained rage. The atmosphere in the room was suffocating, his anger so thick I could feel it crawling over my skin.

My heart pounded hard, and a small part of me trembled—not in fear for myself, but for what he might do.