Chapter 1

The cold metal of the operating table pressed against my back.

I was dying.

Olivia, my wife, stood there.

She watched them prep me.

Her face was a mask, no emotion.

"It's for Julian," she had said. "He needs your kidney."

Julian.

The man who supposedly died. The man they said I killed.

The man who was Olivia's childhood flame, her true love.

My rival.

He wasn't dead. He was in the next room, waiting for my kidney.

A life for a life, she'd implied. My freedom for his survival.

But I knew it was a lie. There would be no freedom.

The doctor leaned over me.

"We're starting, Mr. Miller."

I tried to speak, to tell them they couldn't.

My throat was too dry.

Olivia' s eyes met mine, just for a second.

Cold. Empty.

Like the promises she made when I rotted in that prison cell.

She knew.

She had to know this would kill me.

Years ago, in prison, she was attacked. She needed a kidney.

I gave her mine. Secretly. No one knew.

Now, they were taking my last one. For Julian.

The irony was a bitter taste in my mouth.

My vision started to blur.

The lights above swam.

This was it. The end. Betrayed. Murdered on an operating table by the woman I loved.

Then, darkness.

A sudden gasp.

My eyes snapped open.

I stared at a familiar ceiling.

My ceiling.

The ceiling of the Manhattan penthouse Olivia and I shared.

Or, had shared.

Confusion. Was this heaven? Hell? Some kind of dream?

My heart pounded. I sat up.

The room was exactly as I remembered it from three years ago.

Before the trial. Before prison. Before everything fell apart.

A voice.

Julian' s voice.

"Olivia! Help me! He pushed me!"

I froze.

Julian? Alive? Here?

I scrambled out of bed, my legs unsteady.

I moved towards the balcony doors.

There he was. Julian Vance.

Not sick, not dying.

He was clutching his arm, his face contorted in fake pain, leaning precariously over the balcony railing.

He was younger. Just like he was three years ago.

The exact moment.

The exact moment he faked his fall. The moment he framed me.

Olivia rushed past me, her eyes wide with panic, straight to Julian.

"Julian! Are you okay?"

Her voice, full of concern for him.

Then she turned to me.

Her face, not with the cold indifference of the operating room, but with fresh, hot fury.

"Ethan! What did you do?"

I was back. Reborn.

And the nightmare was starting all over again.

But this time, I knew the script.