Back To The Past, Setting Him Free
My husband, the financial tycoon Martin Hawthorne, had a college sweetheart who suffered a mental breakdown. Lacey Davis couldn't accept that he was marrying me, so she fled town in a fit of despair.
From then on, Martin was wracked with guilt over her, and our marriage devolved into a cold war between two people who despised each other.
However, when the rival Prescott family orchestrated a "workplace accident" to kill me, Martin shoved me out of the path of a collapsing pile of rebar.
The falling debris crushed him instead. As he lay dying in my arms, he whispered, "I saved your life. My debt to your father is paid. In our next life… let’s be strangers."
"I'm done hating you," he murmured, his breath fading. "All I want is for you to be that carefree designer you used to be. Now… I can finally rest."
And just like that, he was gone.
After bankrupting the Prescott family in revenge, I chose to follow him in death.
When I opened my eyes again, however, I was back at age twenty—the year of our engagement. I turned down my father’s arranged business marriage, opting instead to move to Seattle and take charge of our family's new real estate project.
This time, I would keep my distance. I would let Martin and Lacey have their happiness.