Rebirth Into My Second Chance

The next day, Claude had a finance news interview scheduled, and bright and early, Kate brought over a makeup artist. "Claude, today's finance news segment is crucial for you. Having a makeup artist can pep up your appearance."

I saw Claude's face darken with displeasure, but he agreed.

Makeup or not, Claude was naturally handsome, and putting on his glasses added a touch of scholarly cunning to his allure.

I hadn't anticipated the interview would once again thrust me into the limelight. As I sat beside Claude, watching the host interview Claude about his impeccable performance in business, a pursuit of perfection that seemed almost too intense. "Mr. Hart, I've heard you have a spouse?"

I felt Claude stiffen at the question. I was curious about what he would reveal to the public about me.

"Yes," Claude admitted.

Instinctively, I glanced down at Kate, searching her face for any emotion and wondering if she was not bothered by her beloved man acknowledging someone else as his spouse on national television.

The host asked, "We've heard some tension between you and your spouse."

off the roof and threatening him splashed across the

playing. But it was a live national broadcast. There was no stopping it. Everyone saw the dramatic scenes of me threatening to end it all. Looking

the renowned Mr. Hart, to

a letdown, dragging down a successful

been bar-hopping, refusing to come home these past few

just not worthy

career, everyone sided with him, condemning me. "Enough!" Claude stood up, straightened his jacket, and

the stage, and I felt

had become a blemish in his perfect career,

surveillance footage to the TV station. She did it for a hefty sum, raising the

had been kind to me.

money? Yet, who

Lydia's substantial payout, I realized people would

got home. She left