Rebirth Into My Second Chance

I couldn't hold it in anymore and yelled after his retreating figure, "Claude, you jerk!"

Gabrielle schemed to drug his drink and lure me into his bed, thinking she owed me and fearing to tell Claude about her cancer diagnosis, confiding in me instead. She worried that with her gone, no one would look after me. But to my shock, Gabrielle tampered with Claude's drink and my soup that night.

When I woke up, I found myself in Claude's bed, and before I could even process what happened, he had thrown me out along with the blankets.

I never thought of guilt-tripping him. He always had the upper hand. Even our marriage certificate was acquired through Gabrielle's manipulations. I got entangled with the Hart family until my last breath. It was their family who drove me to this end. After Claude left, my spirit felt compelled to follow him. As we left the courthouse, Claude's childhood friends greeted Kate with white sages, a traditional gesture to ward off evil spirits.

A few swipes with the sages sent my lightweight spirit flying far, crashing into a nearby stone bench. Thankfully, being a spirit meant no pain.

"I knew it. With Claude around, Kate would be fine," one of them said.

Another suggested, "To celebrate Kate's safety, let's hit the bar and party till dawn."

Claude offered a doting smile, opened the car door, and carefully guided Kate to the passenger seat, protecting her head as she got in.

Once in the car, Kate voiced her concern, "Mrs. Hart had a point. It's been days since we've heard from Claire. I'm worried something might have happened to her. I'd feel guilty for life if we went hiking together and something happened to her."

I scoffed, "Yeah, we went hiking together, but somehow, I'm the one who's dead. Just my bad luck."

that hike, leaving you alone in the woods, you wouldn't have

person. Besides,

"I've repaid whatever I owed them. You don't need to defend her. After going through something so traumatic, let's just relax and take your mind off things. You must

back, I started laughing, which soon turned

twisted as if I were

dark, moss-covered room, the air foul with

snapped

Metropolis. We're investigating a murder. What's your relation to Claire Floyd?" Claude pulled over sharply. "She's involved with

still thought I was causing trouble,

shoes near the site of the triple murder case

creased Claude's

playing games, just waiting for me to find her. Leaving her shoes is just part of her act. There's no need to go looking. She'll come home once

discovery of a severed finger in

come over. We also found a severed finger. The smaller burned body from today's case was missing a finger. We're doing a DNA comparison. You should

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