Chapter 1

I crash my mafia husband's dinner with his crew and he sent me to a psych ward.

In my last life, after that same dinner, we found a diamond necklace in the private room, worth at least a billion dollars.

Gianna, my husband Dante's most trusted woman in the family, said she had the connections to track down the owner.

I handed it over without a second thought.

Five days later, the police showed up at my door. They said I'd stolen a high-value item and sold it for cash.

Surveillance footage showed me slipping the necklace into my bag at the restaurant.

The woman in those videos looked exactly like me.

I had no way to defend myself, so I begged Dante to vouch for me.

But Dante swore to my face that he saw me take it with his own eyes.

The internet tore me apart overnight. They called me a greedy bitch, a thief. They doxxed me within hours.

A mob found me on the street and stabbed me dozens of times. I died right there on the pavement.

My parents got dragged into it too. Someone barricaded their door and set the building on fire. They burned alive.

Even as I bled out, I couldn't understand.

I never took that necklace. So why did every single piece of evidence point to me?

Then I open my eyes, and I'm back, the day we found the necklace.

...

I pick up the wine bottle and smash it right on my mafia husband, Dante's dinner table.

Dante's boys freeze mid-drink, staring at me like I've lost my mind.

Before anyone finishes the sentence, I flip the entire table over.

Dante finally snaps out of it and grabs my arm.

I sink my teeth into his hand like a rabid animal.

His eyes go bloodshot. "Summer, what the fuck is wrong with you?"

I yank at my own hair and scream at the top of my lungs. "I've lost it! Go ahead, throw me in a psych ward if you've got the balls!"

I grab a chair and swing it at whoever's closest.

Two of Dante's guys rush in and pin my arms back.

Gianna steps forward, playing the innocent card, her voice dripping with fake concern. "Dante, is it because I'm here? I didn't mean to make her uncomfortable."

"Just take her home, Boss. She's ruining the sit-down."

The restaurant manager scrambles to call for a psychiatric transport.

By the time the orderlies show up, Dante's face is white with rage.

He screams at me, veins bulging in his neck. "Summer, there's nothing wrong with you! Quit the act!"

An orderly steps between us.

"Sir, please calm down. We see this fuss all the time, it's completely normal. Your wife needs professional help. This is better for both of you."

"Please, just let her go with the doctors. We can't have her here, she's scaring away every customer in the building."

Dante is shaking with anger.

"Summer, if you keep this up, we're getting a divorce!"

I let out a high-pitched giggle, snatch a shard of broken glass off the floor, and drag it across his cheek.

"Pretty face..." I whisper.

The color drains from Dante's face.

The orderlies wrestle me onto the transport van and strap me in.

As the van pulls away from the restaurant, I let out a long, slow breath.

In my last life, even as I lay dying, I couldn't figure it out.

I didn't take that necklace. So why did every piece of evidence say I did?

The footage wasn't faked. So why was it me on that screen?

Now I'm back.

This time, I'm going to find out the truth, and make every last one of them pay.