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Who could it be? I unlock the cell phone and read the message. UNKNOWN: “Hi, I'm the guy you danced with last night, it was nice to meet you, would you like to meet up some other day and have a drink?” I start typing and send the message. “It seems that the feeling is not mutual, he gave you his number wrong” I leave the cell phone on the bed to get dressed and not two minutes later I get another message. “I'm sorry, I guess so. Damn! I don't understand why the same thing happened to me a second time”

I blurted out, revealing something I shouldn't have told. Lilith's brows furrowed, and her eyes narrowed to seek more truth. "What do you mean by before?" A sigh escaped my lips, knowing it was time to reveal everything. "There's something I haven't told you. I know you might not believe this, but this life is my second life. The first one, I guess, failed because I died, and then I traveled back in this year." Her mouth opened, eyes rounding as shock plastered on her expression. "You mean you were reborn?"

Without hesitation, I lunged forward and started stripping his clothes. "What are you doing!" he cried out, his usually calm expression cracking into alarm. I smirked and tugged harder. "Relax. I'm about to teach you how to make a baby." Half an hour later, my screams rang through the bridal chamber. "Oh my god! Why do you have two? And why are there barbs?"

Rich. And I was gonna be rich. Two. Hundred. Million. The numbers did a dizzying dance in my head. I could buy a studio. I could travel. I could just… breathe for the first time in my life. I wasn’t going to be a struggling artist anymore. I could finally afford anything I wanted. Just one year and I’ll have all I need to survive. This seemed like the best deal in my life. I laid in bed and smiled as I felt that things were better than ever.

I lifted the glass of water in my hand and clinked it lightly against his. “Here’s to a successful partnership, Mr. Caspian.” Moonlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, stretching our shadows across the room. Each of us stood in our own corner, like two polite strangers sharing the same space. Outside, the city glowed brightly in the night. Only then did I truly feel that I had been given a second life. In this life, I only wanted one thing: to use the Falcone family’s resources to earn enough money to stand on my own and then walk away from all of this for good.

I thought about the second life and what it had been for. I had thought it was for Clara. For the woman who had died having given everything to people who did not value it. The second life was for her to have something for herself. That was true. But it was not the whole truth. The whole truth was that the second life was not just for Clara. It was for everyone the first Clara would have been in the world of if she had simply lived and grown and built. For Eleanor who would not exist without the choice at the consent form. For Edmund who would not exist. For the specific shape of Adrian's belonging in the family. For Luke becoming the person who built bridges and flagged failures. For Cassie

“I need space. I need air. Don’t call me, Jamie. I’ll figure something out later.” The door shut with the familiar click of a life ending. I was left alone in the cold hospital room with a two-day-old baby and the crushing realization that Larry had been right: I had traded a life of solid, genuine love for an explosive moment that left nothing behind but dust. Julian never called. He vanished completely, leaving me to face the monumental, humbling wreckage I had created.

“What do you mean, a second life?” I swallowed, my chest feeling tight. I had wanted to say this for a long time, but I always held back. Now, when our world was calm, perhaps it was time. “Kaelos...” my voice trembled. “There's something you need to know. About... who I really am.” He looked at me seriously now, his body slightly rising, one hand still holding my fingers. “You look at me as if this is something big.” “It is.” I took a deep breath. “I’m not just Seraphina Luminara, the person you know now. I lived before… in another life.”

To everyone else, I appeared to be the very embodiment of a happy wife. Perhaps it was because of the hardships I had suffered in my past life that fate had decided to grant me another chance. One day, I talked to Bruce about trying to have a baby. He agreed at once and went through all the tests and health checks. In my past life, Owen and Miriam blamed me for not being able to bear Owen's child. Coming from a family of doctors, Owen believed that there was nothing wrong with his health. Hence, he blamed me entirely for our failure to have a child.

In the end, I never got my apology. And I didn't give her the drumstick. I tossed it into the trash and walked away. … The day of my wedding to Alexander arrived in a blur of grandeur and celebration. My plan was set: I would play my part, take my one million, and disappear. But after the ceremony, he pulled me aside, and his words changed everything. "Carmen, do you believe in past lives?" I stared at him, my breath catching in my throat. "You... you've been reborn too?"