Reborn at Thirty: His Ultimate Regret

The piercing beep of the carbon monoxide detector was the last sound I heard on Christmas Eve, my thirtieth birthday.

Then, a searing pain, and I gasped awake, not in my cold, dark apartment, but in a sterile, bright hospital room, giving birth.

I was twenty-five again, watching Liam, my charismatic husband, and his perfectly coiffed mother, Brenda, barely acknowledge our newborn son, Leo.

I remembered my first life: Liam' s growing indifference, sacrificing my culinary dreams for a love that was never returned, watching my son embrace another woman.