Rebirth Into My Second Chance

I couldn't help feeling a surge of hope when Max stepped into the picture.

Thanks to him, the puzzle of my death seemed to be getting solved faster. They had nailed the killer, inching closer to identifying my charred remains as the wronged spirit sentenced by my husband's hand. "If we've got the culprit, the rest is up to you," Max said, stretching leisurely before sipping his whiskey, an air of detachment about him as if he'd have stayed out of it if not for Ronald roping him in. But regardless, I felt grateful for Max's involvement.

"Once we sort the paperwork tomorrow, I'll call you. If the DNA confirms it's Claire Floyd, we'll have this case cracked wide open!" said Ronald.

Ronald's dedication to uncovering the truth about my fate had not gone unnoticed, and I was thankful for it. My spirit decided to stick with Ronald, eager for the truth to emerge.

When Scar Man and his crew got nabbed outside the bar, Claude and his childhood friends stepped out from their private room and ran into Ronald and his team.

Claude nodded politely at Ronald, who, though indifferent, returned the gesture with a courteous smile.

With his gaze fixed on Scar Man, Claude recognized them from an earlier confrontation and asked, "Mr. Collins, what's their offense?"

"They're linked to Claire's case. We need to bring them in for questioning. I hope, Mr. Hart, you can stand before me tomorrow just as well," Ronald replied, eyeing Claude.

With a smirk, Claude shot back, "The innocent have got nothing to be scared of."

As Scar Man passed Claude, he burst into laughter, mouthing a question that struck a nerve. "Do you want Claire or Kate?"

Claude sensed something amiss, his connection to Kate puzzling him.

Yet, before any further reaction, a truck barreled out of nowhere, slamming into the vehicle carrying Scar Man and his accomplices, igniting a ferocious fire, which had thrown Ronald ten feet away, and Ronald struggled to his feet amid curses. My spirit froze, witnessing the lengths someone would go to conceal the truth of my death.

sudden demise, were my

the flames, feeling

my death to remain a mystery, with Scar Man's

stood up, furiously checked his phone, and got called

realization of the situation's gravity setting

He approached Ronald, suggesting,

digging into Claire. As a

member, I believe she's

chaos. The more you probe, the more

might harm."

as I thought, 'Is Claude implying the explosion

turned away, dismissive

persisted, painting me as a manipulative schemer, desperate to avoid divorce at all costs, even fabricating tales to

more above himself. Even the detectives

expression darkened

What a shame." Ronald spat out a

his retreating figure. "Claire's parents died saving me. She had

his tracks. They didn't know this accident well, thinking it might be some

continued, "To catch

After all these years together, I thought Claire had given up on revenge. However, she drugged me and got into my bed to make me marry her. Besides, she pushed my love down the stairs and the pond, trying to kill her over and over again.

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