In the eyes of others, Jason Lewis was aloof and refined—a dazzling rising star from an illustrious family, a self-made miracle who defied his humble origins. To marry him at her lowest point was considered a stroke of luck Summer Reed couldn't have earned in eight lifetimes.
Only Summer Reed knew the truth: Jason Lewis was a madman.
She hated the unsettling intensity in his gaze, despised his suffocating need for control, and feared those pale, twisted hands of his.
Until the day Jason Lewis died protecting her.
With billions in inheritance now hers, Summer found herself sleepless, jolted awake night after night by dreams of Jason's final whisper—"Summer Reed"—and his blood-streaked, handsome face.
Then she opened her eyes—and it was her second year of high school again.
Summer Reed's family was whole and thriving, and she was once more the adored princess everyone fawned over.
Jason Lewis had just transferred to Lin High, his worn sneakers bleached from relentless scrubbing, his expression icy.
Life had been harsh to him, but the obsession that would define him later wasn't yet visible.
No one wanted to sit beside him. Clutching her skirt, Summer pulled out the chair next to him and mustered a smile.
My late husband, she thought. Live well this time.
