Rebirth Into My Second Chance

Kate gave me the scoop on her sister Tracey's whereabouts, sharing Tracey was planning a press conference in the coming days. The plan was simple. I would expose Tracey's origins to the world, revealing her as the product of an affair, and let the chips fall where they may.

I played along, agreeing to Kate's plan. However, my true goal was to meet Tracey before the press conference to check if she was the same Tracie from the orphanage.

My memories of her were fuzzy at best, except for a vivid image of her handing me a candy, her hand marked by a distinctive burn scar.

'If she was indeed Tracie, why would she wish me harm? Or have I gotten it all wrong?' I wondered, 'And then there is Richard. What about him?'

I couldn't help but close my eyes, overwhelmed. I had to get to the bottom of this. Too many people were involved.

I parked outside the Goodwin Mansion at the break of dawn, waiting for Tracey to emerge for her press conference.

Kate snuck up to my car from the back entrance, tapping on the window. "Don't bother waiting. Tracey canceled the press conference."

I frowned slightly. Tracey was always on high alert, similar to the last gathering, where she managed everything without ever showing her face. She knew every move made. Where could she be watching me from at the time?

I scanned my surroundings. I had chosen a spot out of reach from any surveillance, yet she knew I was there.

"I guess we'll have to collaborate some other time," I said, not wanting Kate to sense my urgency in meeting Tracey.

Kate grabbed my arm, her voice dropping to a threat, "Leave Mrs. Hart's matters out of this, or you'll end up just like her."

I couldn't help but smirk. The world turned upside down, and Kate was playing her part in the chaos.

I asked, "Kate, what is it that you want? You already have Claude. But seriously, is this weak and unrecognizable Claude really what you were hoping for?"

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"It's none of your business. Claude belongs to me, body and soul," Kate snapped, turning to cross the street That's when a van pulled up beside her, and two burly men jumped out. Before she could react, they had knocked her out and thrown her into the back.

My first instinct wasn't to help her but to escape. Having been kidnapped once, I had no desire to repeat the experience. I sped off, the van inhot pursuit, seemingly

determined to catch me, to ver

Could it be that, besides Kate, someone else wanted to kidnap me, too?

In a panic, I called Richard, my voice breaking, "Someone's chasing me."

Bang! The van rammed into my car just as I was on the call.

The Goodwin Mansion's forest path was usually serene, with little traffic. Therefore, the loud crash was unlikely to draw attention. "Claire..."

Hearing Richard's voice, I stepped on the gas, shouting into the phone, "Richard, I don't want to be kidnapped. I don't want to die."

The fear from my past life was

overwhelming. Maybe I should have

heeded their advice and seen a

therapist. Perhaps I wouldn't be so terrified.

Richard shouted, "Claire, stay calm. Tell me where you are."

"Goodwin Mansion's trail..."

Bang! Another crash came. The van blocked my path, and I slammed right into its side.