Rebirth Into My Second Chance

I followed behind them, feeling defeated, as we made our way back home.

When we arrived, the sky, which was bright moments ago, unleashed a thunderous roar. They say April showers bring May flowers, but June? June's as fickle as a lover's promise.

Out of nowhere, it started hailing, pelting the car windows with icy fury.

"Damn, hail now?" the friends cursed under their breath.

I couldn't help but laugh. My luck was worse than a cursed protagonist in a folk tale.

But Claude was too busy ensuring Kate wasn't hurt, soothing her worries. Being loved by him must feel like a dream.

I remember once I cooked fish on a whim. Just as Claude and Kate dropped by, I offered Kate a taste. But she instantly reacted to an allergy, her throat swelling up, and she couldn't breathe. We rushed her to the hospital. Claude forced me to kneel outside the operating room.

I resisted, but he spat, "Claire, apologize. You're getting off easy. It is manslaughter. I could have you locked up in a heartbeat."

Tears rolled down as I insisted on my innocence. But Claude was seeing red. His buddies pinned me down, forcing me to bow until my forehead bled, with doctors and nurses eventually stepping in to pull me away. Even till this moment, the memory throbbed.

Back then, despite my timidity, such humiliation was a heavy blow to my pride. I went home and threatened to jump off the roof. I thought dying was better than living in disgrace.

face your parents? If anyone

I

sweetie. If you feel wronged, talk to me. I'll

I should have divorced Claude and stepped aside for Kate. That might have spared

balcony railing, "Jump. You're always all talk.

Fighting back, Gabrielle

go through with it. Just like this moment,

deep down, he believed

thought my love, or the love

en

wondered why I was ever such a fool for

hail snapped me back to

Claude's phone rang.

Swn?

"Claude, I had a dream. In my dream, Claire was pregnant, trapped

shifted to me before he glanced at the