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

I vigorously scrubbed the area Claude

up on the

Max in fresh casual clothes,

to open the door, just quietly

on his usually unflappable

of him, indirectly, I died once, and so did my child, in this life that child didn't come looking for me either. Should I hate

precise

at my door, then tried to call me on

security door, he might

gave a serious look at the

I clicked the lock.

door and didn't go out to pick up what he'd

was truly embracing depression, fluctuating between drawing him in and

understand the struggle of being

A sleepless night followed.

as I headed to work, the crockpot was gone from

pressed the elevator button to

threatening message this morning: Don't pass