Shattering Her Saintly Act: My Second-Chance Showdown

Connor Greene, a golden boy in Brookhaven, is unwittingly drugged, and I end up being the cure for his "predicament". It's exactly a month later when I discover that I'm pregnant during a routine medical examination.

Upon learning the news, Connor offers me 50 million dollars to carry the baby to term, and then another ten million dollars to take full custody of the child.

It's then that Julie Sutton, my so-called righteous friend, persuades me to terminate the pregnancy, saying, "You ought to know that money isn't everything, Queenie. If you throw away your dignity for just 60 million dollars, then you're no better than those women who entertain men in clubs!"

In my past life, I had an abortion at Julie's suggestion and pursued legal action against Connor, accusing him of assault.

I later sought financial assistance and support from Julie after my parents fell gravely ill, but Julie slapped me hard across the face instead. "Your parents are seriously ill, and instead of figuring things out on your own, you come running to me, huh? You're truly shameless, Queenie!"

Julie broke off our friendship right then, and I also lost the lawsuit against Connor. I couldn't afford the treatment, so my parents' lives were cut short by their illnesses. In the end, the grief of losing them was too much, so I decided to take my own life by jumping off a rooftop.

When I open my eyes, I find myself returning to the day Julie tried to persuade me to get an abortion.

"If you take that money, then you're no better than a hooker, Queenie York! You know that those wealthy men just love to take advantage of young women, and by agreeing, you're only enabling their terrible behavior! You're not going to accept his money, right, Queenie?" Julie Sutton asked.

I gaped at Julie, whose face was flushed from anger. I then glanced at Connor Greene, a golden boy in Brookhaven, who was standing there with a check for 50 million dollars.

It was then that I realized that I had been reborn—sent back to the very day I discovered that I was pregnant.

Upon noticing my silence, Julie grew visibly anxious. She took my hand and said earnestly, "You ought to know that money isn't everything, Queenie. If you sell yourself out for just 50 million dollars, then you're no better than those escorts working in clubs.

"You must not keep this baby—it's a disaster waiting to happen and will eventually destroy your whole life.

"You ought to know that even though we are broke, we should at least hold on to our dignity! You can't let those wealthy people walk all over us!"

Julie stood up straight with a look of righteous determination, as if she were the very personification of morality.

I, on the other hand, couldn't help but feel a shiver run down my spine as I looked at her.

I couldn't let her have her way this time. So,