Rebirth Into My Second Chance

Chapter 177

"Should we make these two plots the final resting place for my parents?" I muttered, more to myself than to him. I was tired of arguing. He was slipping away from me, and there was nothing I could do to hold on.

"If that's what you want," he replied, his voice barely a whisper. "I'll get the headstones changed."

"No need," I said, a hint of defiance in my voice. "Just leave it with your name and mine. From today onward, we go our separate ways."

All I had wanted was to carry Max's child and use that to draw out the arsonist responsible for those horrifying deaths.

But Max seemed stunned by my words, pulling me into an embrace. "Does it have to be this way?"

I struggled to break free from his hold. "Max, from now on, you're Maximilian, and I'm Claire Floyd. Claire doesn't know Maximilian, only Max. And Maximilian has a fiancée. I refuse to be the other woman." With that, I walked away, my heart sinking. Without Max, my child would grow up fatherless.

When I left, I saw the cemetery agent jogging to greet me. I pointed toward the plots next to Max. "Bury them there. Mr. Hilton has agreed."

To the world, he was Mr. Hilton, not my Max anymore.

I saw the Hilton family's driver when arriving at my apartment. He and some staff were busy moving Max's belongings.

"Mr. Hilton is moving

just headed for my apartment door, pausing momentarily before

Eaton. "Mr. Hilton, you're back. We've

directly. Then, the doorbell rang. Through

here once I'm less busy," he explained. It was

I nodded coldly.

to go. He handed me a box

the box was a pack

'Oh, Max. Why couldn't you deliver

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my graduate studies. My days were about research, lunches with Richard, taking good care of myself, eating, drinking,

announced their wedding date this month, giving

had indeed gone abroad. The arson cases had stopped, confirming my