Rebirth Into My Second Chance

Arriving at the hospital, I spotted the doctor who had performed my prenatal checks. She looked sternly at Claude and asked, "And you are... how exactly do you relate to the patient?" Claude remained silent.

The doctor glanced at my file, noticing the absence of a husband's name, yet someone was there, demanding to see Claire's medical records by name.

Out of privacy concerns, she closed the file and said, "I'm sorry, but we generally don't disclose patient information to non-relatives."

I couldn't help but smirk, thinking the doctor was subtly forcing him to admit he was my husband.

Although it gave me a fleeting sense of satisfaction, it was too late for any admission to change the fate of me and my child. "Claire is my sister," he finally said.

Even at this moment, he clung to the claim that I was just his sister, though we were legally married and exchanged wedding bands. Even though the ring he gave me was too tight, I shoved it on and told Richard, stoked, "I'm married now. I'm gonna be super happy."

Back then, I believed marriage would eventually make him accept me. How wrong I was. That marriage was the beginning of my nightmare.

"The last name on your ID doesn't match Ms. Floyd's, sir. Can't we be honest here? If you don't start telling the truth, I'll have to call the police," the doctor pressed.

I admired the doctor's courage. She was standing up for my privacy against Claude.

Given the negative press storm surrounding Claude and me, I assumed the doctor was aware. She was deliberately taking my side. It touched my spirit literally.

sunglasses, gave a cold look at the medical record with my neat handwriting

Claude would never admit our

name on the file, and said, "Having a child with someone like that... It's just not

I asked myself. In life, I didn't know where to go. In death, I remained without a place to

at this time? But then, in a blink,

check-up.

to leave, but my

the lab. After handing off whatever she had to a

vials. In her rush, she bumped into a doctor, dropped something without noticing, and continued walking. Wearing his crisp white

anywhere else to go, my spirit stayed, watching

to see. It was my picture. And not just any picture, but my untouched, raw ID

wondered, 'Why has Kate brought my picture to the

this handsome

he slipped my photo into his pocket. So, my spirit followed him to the rooftop. The wind up there was

me away several

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