Rebirth Into My Second Chance

"Suit yourself. Now, please, leave."

But he just gave a cool, slight smile and said, "Just so you know, the Hiltons would never take someone like you as their daughter-in-law." My laughter was even more desolate than his.

His mother had married a struggling artist, and the Hiltons had looked down upon her for it.

So, he was warning me that I'd get the same cold shoulder from the Hiltons that he did.

But Maximilian, I was determined to win you over!

After Claude left, I glanced at my digital lock. When setting it up, I was too lazy to think of a new code, so I used Claude's birthday.

If he was brave enough to try, he could have opened the door himself.

But he didn't believe my feelings for him, carved deeply into my bones, lasted ten years.

Time for a change.

The code was now set to 6088, the number of the hotel room on the night of my rebirth. Stepping inside, the elevator doors closed behind me.

I caught one last glimpse of Max. He looked so tired, carrying a forensic toolkit in his hand.

Had he been at the detective bureau again? Was there another burnt body case?

just have a glucose drink and hit

shower, I vigorously scrubbed the area Claude had

on the couch to watch

I saw Max in fresh casual clothes, holding a

to open the door, just quietly watched him on the

showed on his usually

I still didn't open the door. If he knew that because of him, indirectly, I died once, and so did my child,

this life, finding a precise target for my hatred

my door, then tried

the security door, he might

gave a serious look at the camera, and then turned

I clicked the lock.

the door and didn't go out to

between drawing him in and pushing him

struggle of being on the edge

A sleepless night followed.

morning, as I headed to work, the crockpot was gone from my

I pressed the elevator button to head

me another threatening message