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?

should probably just have a glucose

vigorously scrubbed the area

the couch to watch TV, but

Max in fresh casual clothes, holding a

didn't rush to open the door, just quietly watched

on his

door. If he knew that because of him, indirectly, I died once, and so did my child, in

a precise

crockpot at my door, then tried to call me on

was with me, through the security door, he might

indeed, he hung up, gave a serious look at the camera, and then turned back

I clicked the lock.

and didn't go out to pick up

embracing depression, fluctuating between drawing him in and

really understand the struggle of being on the edge

A sleepless night followed.

headed to work, the crockpot was gone from

I pressed the elevator button to

work, as she sent me another threatening message this morning: Don't