Chapter 2 

I fell into the longest, deepest dream. 

In it, I was back at our college formal, and Reed was walking toward me under the spotlight, his eyes 

full of stars. 

Back then, he was so genuine. He’d wait outside my dorm all night just to see me, save up his meal money for a month to buy me birthday presents. 

When Dad found out we were dating, he completely lost it. “He’s some broke kid from the projects! What kind of future could you possibly have with him?” 

I knelt on the cold hardwood floor of his study. “Dad, he’s different! He’s on full scholarship, way 

better than those trust fund brats!” 

Finally, Dad gave in, his eyes red with frustration. 

On our wedding day, Reed’s hands were shaking as he held our marriage certificate. “Summer, I’m gonna prove you picked the right guy.” 

But after we got married, he started changing. One minute he’d be sweet as honey, the next cold as ice. I felt like I was walking on thin ice, never knowing if the next second would bring a hug or a 

shove. 

When that teaching opportunity abroad came up, I basically ran. 

“Why isn’t she waking up?” Reed’s voice drifted in and out. I tried so hard to open my eyes, but it was like being trapped in the dream. 

He sounded so worried, like he was still that guy who used to love me. 

A tear slipped down my cheek without permission, and someone gently wiped it away. 

“Mr. Sterling! Why go this far? She’s your wife, for crying out loud!” 

Reed’s voice instantly went arctic. “The Prestons owe me this!” 

“When Preston Development bulldozed our neighborhood, my parents wouldn’t leave. His goons beat them to death. I was twelve, hiding in a closet, listening to my parents scream! Who’s gonna pay 

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Chapter 2 

me back for all those years of hell?!” 

“But… your wife can never have children now…” 

“Good.” His voice was bone–chilling. “I’ll never let their disgusting bloodline continue. The Prestons will never rise again!” 

Sharp pain shot through my chest as I clenched my fists under the blanket. 

Finally, I forced my heavy eyelids open. 

Reed rushed to my bedside, his face full of concern. “Summer, feeling any better?” 

When I didn’t respond, he sat on the edge of the bed and pulled me gently into his arms. “Don’t be sad, babe. We don’t need kids. You’ve got me.” 

I buried my face in his shoulder, and where he couldn’t see, I smiled–a smile uglier than crying. 

After a month in the hospital, I was finally discharged. Weirdly, Reed didn’t come pick me up–just sent his driver to take me home. 

Walking through those familiar doors, our house that used to be full of laughter now sat in dead silence. The only reason I could stand staying here was to find EVIDENCE of what really happened to Dad and my brother. 

I heard movement at the front door. 

Someone was coming in. 

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