Rebirth Into My Second Chance

Though her heart and lips constantly whispered my name, Gabrielle tucked away her sorrow upon returning to the living room filled with celebrities and socialites. For her, her son's future trumped all else.

She dreamed of her son becoming the most formidable lawyer in Crestview Metropolis, perhaps even the nation. To pave the way for her son, Claude, especially considering their ties to the influential Hilton family, was paramount.

My spirit lingered by the edge of the balcony door, gazing at the roses and various perennials I had planted with my hands in splendid bloom. Sadly, I could never see them flower in my lifetime.

Claude brought the seeds for these roses and perennials from an international business trip.

When I found them while unpacking his luggage, I suggested planting them in the ancestral home's backyard garden, envisioning evening strolls under the moonlight and admiring the flowers.

At that moment, I thought he had brought them back for me, never suspecting that his trip wasn't for business but to meet Kate. And those seeds? A gift from Kate to him. I learned the truth when Claude brought Kate to his ancestral home one day.

I had treated Kate kindly, thinking she was an old childhood friend, much like Richard and me, nothing more. I even showed her the freshly sprouted seeds, to which she exclaimed, "Claire, you have such a gifted touch. When I bought these seeds, many said they were dead and impossible to grow. Yet, you've succeeded."

Holding the watering can, my hand froze mid-air.

So, the seeds weren't a thoughtful gift from Claude but from Kate to him. And he hadn't bothered to clarify. That left me feeling somewhat abandoned.

It wasn't until Kate playfully said to Claude in the hallway after dinner, "Claude, you promised if those dead seeds grew, you'd be with me," that I felt a stronger sense of loss. Hiding around the corner, I waited breathlessly for Claude's response.

acknowledgment

uprooted the tender sprouts I had nurtured, an uncharacteristically drastic action for someone balanced and moderate in the Hart family. Kate rushed to stop me,

and her

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gust passed, and Claude was already diving in to

did I realize my actions had pushed away

with disdain for the first

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point. Whenever Kate got hurt, Claude's thoughts immediately accused

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and Claude's affection, I felt disgusted and shook my head, "I

in an awkward position, the servant relayed, "Mr. Hart mentioned if you wouldn't plant them,