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."

was about to respond, surveillance footage of me threatening to jump off the roof and threatening him splashed across the screen. Those videos were from our home. I wondered how the media got hold of

the footage from playing. But it was a live national broadcast. There was no stopping it. Everyone saw

the renowned Mr. Hart, to be

letdown,

been bar-hopping, refusing to come home these past

is just not worthy

condemning me. "Enough!" Claude stood up, straightened his

stormed off the stage, and I felt my spirit

had become a blemish in his perfect career, publicly exposed, tarnishing

hurried after him. "Claude, I just found out that Lydia from the family had sold the surveillance footage

person in the house who had been kind to me. She fed me and comforted me during my

for money?

bank transfer records revealing Lydia's substantial payout, I realized people would do

we got home.