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

my shower, I vigorously scrubbed the area Claude had

the couch to watch TV,

the surveillance, I saw Max in fresh casual clothes,

the door, just quietly

his

him, indirectly, I died once, and so

life, finding a precise

the monitor, he left the crockpot at my door, then tried to call me

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

he hung up, gave a serious look at

I clicked the lock.

door and didn't go out to pick up what

fluctuating between drawing him in

maybe, who could really understand the struggle of being on the edge of death, feeling completely

A sleepless night followed.

morning, as I headed to work, the crockpot

I pressed the elevator button to head

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