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?

have a glucose drink and

shower, I vigorously scrubbed the area Claude

I curled up on the couch to

I saw Max in fresh casual clothes, holding a crockpot at

door, just

showed on his

again. But I still didn't open the door. If he knew that because of him, indirectly, I died once, and so did my child, in this life that child didn't come looking

life, finding a precise target for my

the crockpot at my door, then tried to

phone was with me, through the security door, he might slightly hear it if

a serious look at the camera, and then

I clicked the lock.

door and didn't go out

fluctuating between drawing him

maybe, who could really understand the struggle of

A sleepless night followed.

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

his apartment door, I pressed the elevator button

me another threatening message this morning: Don't pass on the wine only to be forced to