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

no stopping it. Everyone saw the dramatic

renowned Mr. Hart, to be married to

a letdown, dragging down

she's been bar-hopping, refusing to come home these past

just not worthy of Mr.

yet infuriating face and successful career, everyone sided with him, condemning me. "Enough!" Claude stood up, straightened his

and I felt

fact that I had become a

that Lydia from the family had sold the surveillance footage to the TV station.

had been kind to me. She fed me and comforted me during my lowest moments. How

money? Yet,

Claude the bank transfer records revealing Lydia's substantial payout, I realized people would do anything for

out when we got home. She left