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.

into the trash, turning to him with wide,

too strong. Just like durian,

Claude banned mangoes from the house, remembering my allergy,

as if the heavens were echoing my 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.

but then joked about keeping me tethered even in death, "If she returns, I'd tie her legs, so she can never leave again. She was spoiled and always

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

as if

thunderstorm. Claude answered to find officers in raincoats, led by Ronald, issuing an arrest for the suspected murder of me, Claire Floyd,

while Claude remained calm until

turned. The police officer said they'd mishandled the evidence and dismissed the case against Claude and Kate, and they

in the same case. He

face. "I know she's still alive. I know she

stood there, crying my eyes

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 time. Who is stopping

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

sighed helplessly, regretting that I hadn't divorced him