Rebirth Into My Second Chance

The morning I thought I'd have to wait another month to set my trap, I got a call from the clinic asking me to come in for a check-up to confirm if I was pregnant, as there were some indications from yesterday's result.

I dragged myself out of bed, and Max was gone once again.

But this time, he left me a message. [Go for it. I've got your back.]

At that moment, I felt like I had a guardian angel. Whether Max was truly reborn or not didn't matter. What mattered was he believed in me and didn't think I was crazy enough to be sent to a mental hospital. While leaving, I saw Richard waiting at the door. "Claire."

I instinctively stepped back, but he looked just as worried as he did the day before. "Claire, we need to see a doctor. I'm worried about what might happen if you keep going like this."

I stepped back. "Richard, I thought you were the only one in this world who believed in me."

"Claire." He was probably afraid that my condition was so severe that it could be fatal.

"Never mind. I'm fine. I'll take care of myself and go to the hospital if there's any issue." I didn't want to fall out with Richard, especially since he died for me in my past life! I couldn't hate him. Richard asked, "Claire, are you sure you are fine?"

I spun around. "I'm fine. I'm off to school now."

I headed to the hospital first to dodge any further questions and his insistence on driving me.

But I underestimated Richard. He seemed obsessed, having been busy with work until recently. But he suddenly started keeping a close eye on me.

"Richard, why the hell are you following me?" I hid in the stairwell, waiting for him to exit the elevator, and stepped out to block his path.

He looked surprised. "Did you know I was tracking you?"

I rolled my eyes. "Your tracking skills are pretty obvious. Next time, maybe switch cars."

So, I walked ahead. Since Richard didn't believe I was pregnant, I would have the doctor check again to confirm.

Richard was confused. "Claire, why are we at the OB-GYN?"

I said without looking back, "Because the doctor called me this morning for a follow-up to be sure. I told you I would have a baby."

As I walked in, Richard followed. "Claire, you're not well."

I rolled my eyes at him. Then, I told the doctor about the call I received for a recheck. The doctor looked confused and asked the nurse, "WhoNôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

called Ms. Floyd for a cho

today? There's no record of it."

While I was still puzzled, Richard pulled me aside. "Claire, this is a serious case of hysteria. You need a comprehensive psychological evaluation."

"Richard, I did get a call. Look." I showed him my phone. The number was the hospital's landline, but the call came at 7:30 AM, seemingly before work hours.

"So, someone deliberately lured you

here?" Richard realized, and I

breathed a sigh of relief that he

didn't insist on taking me to a psychologist or a mental hospital.

"Someone wants to confirm if I'm pregnant. Suddenly, I felt excited, pulling Richard back toward the

OB-GYN. "Doctor, could you please give me a check-up?"

The doctor shook his head. "I looked at your file, and you weren't pregnant yesterday. How could you be today?"

I said, "It's okay. Just issue one. If it's negative, so be it. If positive, even better."

But the doctor looked at Richard and said, "Sir, your wife is persistent. Perhaps you can talk to her."