Rebirth Into My Second Chance

I watched Claude slump on the couch, the appeal of breakfast long gone. Kate walked over with a glass of milk, her voice soft and nurturing as she offered it to him. "Claire is young and playful. Please don't be too hard on her. We'll talk when she gets back. If she really can't accept me, I'll leave." Her head bowed, her brown hair partially covering her pretty face, the image of vulnerability. Claude always had a soft spot for the gentle-hearted.

I found myself glued to the sofa, witnessing Claude draw her into an embrace, moved.

"Let's not talk about her. I had my assistant send the divorce papers to her a few days ago."

His words transported me back to when he was on a business trip. Only Kate and I were home, and the assistant brought the divorce papers, which I hadn't signed.

It was then that Kate had asked me to go hiking.

Reflecting back, perhaps if I had signed those papers and left the Hart family, I wouldn't have dragged the unborn child into such a grim fate with me.

My sorrow was palpable, yet my spirit couldn't shed tears.

"Claude, I'm so scared of losing you," Kate murmured into his shoulder, her gaze locking with mine, the spirit version of me. It felt like she could see me, almost as if she was flaunting that she had won Claude's heart and soul.

I had no desire to witness their affection, yet my spirit seemed cruelly tethered to Claude, forcing me to observe their embrace. I didn't have a heart then, yet feeling the torment of my heart sliced apart.

That night, my spirit followed Claude to the Velvet Moon Pub.

Gabrielle's birthday was approaching, and he had begun searching for me earnestly.

Upon entering, he immediately asked the bartender and patrons if they had seen me, holding up my picture, only to be met with shakes of their heads.

your

defenseless. In his eyes, anything I did was a scheme,

from school was at the bar and came over, suggesting they drink together. "Kate's here, too. Why don't we all have a

Kate while I hovered by

the sharpest

lose in a heartbeat, and you'll be free to

If it weren't for Claire, you and Kate would be the perfect couple, soaring high. With only her looks to show for, no family background, and no talents, Claire can't hold a candle to Kate. She's not worthy of you, Claude." Despite the

his lack

you can't rush it. Did you say you gave her the

down another drink, prompting

it. Just make sure to get Kate home

extra drinks, Claude's steps were unsteady. Kate moved to help him, but he brushed her off with a simple,

his

out, startled by

Mr.

huh? Where's your delicate wife? Why didn't she come to pick you up?" It was Claude's rival lawyer who

could strike him.

narrowed. "Who are you talking

came looking for you and accidentally knocked over my drink, soaking her clothes. What a sight.

time, bring your wife