Rebirth Into My Second Chance

The next morning, I woke up in my apartment still in yesterday's clothes, everything intact.

I vaguely remembered Max bringing me home the previous night, and I thought I might have done something to him.

I couldn't quite put my finger on what happened. I tried calling Richard, but he didn't pick up. Glancing down at my clothes, I recalled making a bet with Richard that Max was gay, and Max had said something in response.

Looking in the mirror while brushing my teeth, my face was all puffy from drinking, and that was when I noticed a small bruise at the corner of my mouth.

Oh no! Max had proven he wasn't gay through actions rather than words. My head was pounding. How was I supposed to face him at work later?

Just then, Richard called back in a groggy voice, "Did you bring me home last night?"

"No, it was Mr. Collins. And, Richard, Max isn't gay. He proved it." I could almost hear Richard jump out of bed on the other end.

"How did he prove it?" he asked after a moment.

cheeks instantly heated up. "It's nothing. Don't worry.

to get pregnant. I would have someone related by blood, no longer alone. That's why I didn't take any precautions, even though I knew I would get pregnant that night. It was my way of making amends for my past life, for my

of toast, I slipped on my shoes and headed straight to the

house, I noticed Max wasn't around. Probably, he had gone

didn't think much of it. Max was like the icing on the cake in this life. But with my heart already so fragile,

BUMS

I saw Max walking

my heart racing. Was

liked, and they were there for a prenatal check-up. No wonder I hadn't seen him this morning. He

wanted to know whether I was pregnant. But as

number, making me the

in line.

I stepped forward, Max and I locked eyes. I glanced toward the closed door behind him, where the woman he

sound indifferent, I said, "Dr. Hilton, this is my private