Rebirth Into My Second Chance

When Kate decided to stay, insisting she'd move in, Claude nodded in agreement.

In the past, I would have let Kate stay without a word. Thinking back, I was too meek and submissive. And that only led to tragedy, with my unborn child paying the ultimate price.

I was chosen from the heavens above to be a mother, yet I couldn't protect my own.

Things could have been different if I had signed those divorce papers earlier and left the bustling Crestview Metropolis behind.

If I could start over again, I wouldn't have fallen for Claude, competed with Kate, or owed anything to the Hart family.

There Kate was, sitting between me and Claude, peeling imported grapes and handing them to Claude, who was buried in work, not refusing the gesture.

When Kate began peeling a mango to feed Claude, he caught the scent and frowned, "Why is there a mango?"

A small smile crept on my face, thinking maybe he remembered my mango allergy.

As a child, I had a severe allergic reaction to a mango cake, and Claude rushed me to the hospital just in time. I thought he cared.

to him with wide, innocent eyes.

Just like durian, not

the house, remembering my allergy, but it was only his dislike. He never really cared about

heartbreak, thunder cracked, startling Kate so much that she dropped the knife and clung to Claude. "Claude, I think I saw Claire. It's terrifying.

me tethered even in death, "If she returns, I'd tie her legs, so she can never leave again. She was spoiled

to control me, Claude? You're heartless," I scoffed,

of thunder roared as if

rang amidst the thunderstorm. Claude answered to find officers in raincoats, led by Ronald, issuing an arrest

while Claude remained calm until the

when it seemed Claude had seen my ghost, the narrative turned. The police officer said they'd mishandled the evidence and dismissed the

case. He scratched his head and checked the reports, trying

face. "I know she's still alive. I know she won't want to die just like

stood there, crying my

when getting close to the truth, just like someone had claimed my severed ring finger last time. Who

He texted me, threatening to divorce my spirit if I didn't return

sighed helplessly, regretting that I