LOGINI used to be Fawn Jones. Now I don't know what is going on... it was like I had just stepped into the Twilight Zone. I'm not even talking about a vampire movie. Let me explain a few things, then you might just understand... My husband drowned me in my bathtub. I felt my lungs fill with water. I felt my heart stop. I died hating him, hating myself for being too weak to leave, and swearing that if I got another chance—any chance—I'd make him pay. Then I woke up. Not in heaven, but in Cassie Huntington's body. A gorgeous, rich, brain-dead stranger whose husband was about to pull the plug. Blake Huntington is everything my husband wasn't, powerful, controlled, devastatingly attractive, and absolutely done with the woman whose body I'm wearing. He was ready to let her die. He wanted a divorce. He doesn't want me. Except he does. He just doesn't know I'm not her. And I? I'm supposed to be planning revenge against Richard. Using Blake's resources and mine. His connections. His hatred for the man who killed me. Instead, I'm falling for him. Sleeping with him. Wondering when the universe is going to rip this second chance away from me like it did the first. Because you can't cheat death forever. And when Blake finds out the truth… that his wife is gone and I'm the intruder wearing her face? Will I lose everything again?
View MoreEpilogue I forced my eyes opened. I had to face this head on.Cassie stood at the foot of my bed. Slightly see-through.I should have screamed. Should have pressed the call button. But all I could do was stare. Why was she here now?"Are you here to take your body back?" I whispered, my heart hammering. "The baby?"Cassie looked at me slowly, then at the sleeping infant in the bassinet. And she laughed, not cruel, but genuinely amused."No," she said, her voice clear and familiar because it was the voice I'd been using for months. "My time on this earth is up. I'm here to deliver a message."I pulled myself up straighter in the bed, wincing at the pain. "What message?""This is your life now, Fawn." She moved closer to the bassinet, looking down at Renee with something like wonder. "I believe you'll make better use of it than I ever did. You've healed Blake. You've done good. That shelter you're running? It's amazing. I'm glad my money is finally doing something worthwhile."She look
Epilogue Lizzy's POV The contractions started at 3 AM. I tried to breathe through it, thinking maybe it was another false alarm. But then another one hit before I'd even settled back down. "Blake," I gasped, shaking his shoulder. "Blake, wake up." He was up instantly, those eyes sharp and instantly awake—he had been very aware of my movements the last month or so. "Is it time?" "Either that or I'm dying," I said, trying to laugh through another wave of pain. "Either way, hospital. Now." He shot out of bed and moved to my side, helping me up because the basketball positioned right over my belly had stopped me from being able to do it on my own three weeks ago. Fifteen minutes later, we were in the car. My mother sat in the back seat, having insisted on staying with us the last two weeks "just in case." My father had wanted to come too, but we'd convinced him to wait at home—three people in a delivery room felt like overkill. I wasn't sure I was okay with my dad being there
Lizzy's POV"Nathan told us," my mother said, leaning forward. "He told us that Cassie Huntington woke up from her coma the day after Fawn died. That she knew things only Fawn would know. That she spoke languages Cassie had never learned. That she went to the women's shelter where Fawn used to volunteer. That she..." Her voice broke completely. "That she might be our daughter. In a different body. Given a second chance for the horrible life she'd had with her husband.""That's insane," I whispered, but the words had no strength behind them. I knew why Nathan had done it, but could they truly believe? This was so against my parents' belief system."We thought so too," my father said. "We wanted to believe it was true, but we couldn't. It was too impossible. Too much to hope for. So we came here to thank the woman who'd given us justice for our daughter. But now..." He looked at me, really looked at me, and I saw recognition dawning in his eyes. "Now I don't think we came here to thank
Lizzy's POVA week had passed since the name "Richard Jones" echoed across every news outlet, forever tied to the crime that had shattered so many lives. A trial was set, a public spectacle that seemed to taunt Fawn's memory. Richard was going on trial for murdering Fawn Jones. Gemma was helping the police. She was likely to still go to prison, but not for long, and in minimum security.My heart ached for the person I was, the once happy and vibrant girl who had fought against everything life had thrown at her, only to be dealt a hand that ended in tragedy. Fawn would always be remembered as the battered wife of Richard Jones. The woman he had killed in the end. I didn't see myself as her any longer, just like I wasn't and would never be Cassie. I was reborn. Lizzy Huntington.I was helping Ana in the kitchen when the doorbell rang. "I'll get it," I called out, moving through the apartment."Hold on, Lizzy," Blake said, the urgency in his voice cutting through my distracted state.But
Fawn’s POVI watched three pairs of eyes turn on Blake. What they didn’t think—“Mrs. Huntington,” the older doctor said carefully, drawing my attention back to him. “You were in a car accident six months ago. You’ve been in a coma. Do you… remember anything? Anything at all?”Everything inside me w
Fawn’s POVAir ripped into my lungs like I’d swallowed knives.I jerked upright, hands flying to my chest, half-expecting water to gush out of my mouth as I gulped in air. For one panicked, blinding second, I was back in the bath, drowning. No, not drowning… being murdered as I fought to stay alive.
Blake’s POVTuesday 9:24 AMThe machine near the bed beeped too loudly for a room that was supposed to be quiet. Mainly because she was so still and silent.I sat in the hard plastic chair by the bed, elbows on my knees, my suit jacket off and folded over the back of the chair. I had only planned to
Monday 5pmI should have known the quiet was just too quiet. That stillness before something bad always carries its own stench, one your body can’t help but recognize even if your brain refuses to admit it. You know the feeling… the one like how animals go quiet just before they scurry away as a dis






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