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.

the trash, turning to him with wide, innocent eyes.

strong. Just like durian, not pleasant." Claude

Claude banned mangoes from the house, remembering my allergy,

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

even in death, "If she returns, I'd tie her

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

roared as if

Claude answered to find officers in raincoats, led by Ronald, issuing an arrest for the suspected murder of me, Claire Floyd, based on forensic evidence linking a

panicked while Claude remained calm until

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

believing all the mistakes happened in the same case. He scratched his head and checked the reports, trying to

disbelief wrote all over Claude's face. "I know she's still alive. I know she won't

crying my eyes

evidence of my demise was palpable That was my unborn child. Things went to a dead end when getting close to the truth, just like someone had claimed my severed ring finger last

threatening to divorce my spirit if I didn't return for

regretting that I hadn't