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."

and threatening him splashed across the screen. Those videos were from our home. I wondered how the media

was no stopping it. Everyone saw the

Mr. Hart, to be married

a letdown, dragging down

bar-hopping, refusing to come home these

just not

him, condemning me. "Enough!"

the stage, and I

fact that I had become a blemish in his perfect career, publicly

sold the surveillance footage to the

been kind to me. She fed me

money? Yet, who

revealing Lydia's substantial payout, I

got kicked out when we got home.