Rebirth Into My Second Chance

Claude stood at the doorstep, his eyes lighting up a bit as I got out of the car, but then dimming as he caught sight of Max's ride. "Him again?"

I thought he knew Max, so I just nodded. "Yeah. What brings you here?"

Claude seemed a bit miffed when I asked that. "Weren't we supposed to go to the auction today?"

Then it hit me; yesterday, in a fit to rile him up, I had told him and Kate that I was planning to pick out my own wedding gift at the auction. Turns out, he actually took it seriously and was here to make that happen. "What's the spending limit for my wedding, Claudy?" I couldn't help but tease, enjoying the storm of emotions playing across his face - a mix of irritation and the effort to remain calm.

With a huff, he handed me a black credit card, making me pause for a moment.

In my past life, that card was given to Kate, who never missed a chance to flaunt it in front of me, especially when picking out her wedding dress with my then-husband's money. The irony was suffocating. But this time around, the card was in my hands.

"You give me the black card. What about Kate?" I took the card, figuring there was no harm in accepting it. After all, I was owed much.

"The less you know, the better," he brushed off my question with a familiar line.

Shrugging, I followed him to the car, where a dress and an auction brochure were already laid out for me.

will take you to get styled, then drop you at

I nodded in agreement.

didn't come with me, probably off

my past life, this would've broken my

sadness, which seemed to perplex him. He asked, "Aren't you

up Kate, right? I'm not the type to

little sister might be my act now, but Claude

and possessive in my past life, and now indifferent, yet he was still

What a jerk!

found Kate already there, getting pampered. So much for

pretty casually, holding a big bag with the dress

finally acknowledged me, "Claire, over here! I've arranged for our top stylist to take care of you." She was

she said to the stylists. "Claude made me promise to

then did the stylists take my bag, discovering the pink ball

"Why would Claude pick out something like this for you? It's so childish. It's like he still sees you as the