Every Night He Said He Loved Me in My Dreams
The day I decided to marry the heir to one of the East Coast's wealthiest families, my ex-boyfriend Jack Harris showed up in my dream again.
This time was different from all the others. He was on his knees in front of me, sobbing until his voice gave out.
"Nora, I regret it."
"Won't you come back to me?"
The old me would have softened.
But this time, I woke up and only wanted to laugh.
For ten years I thought I dreamed of him because I couldn't let go, that I was pathetic for it.
Then my best friend, a therapist, told me a colleague of hers had picked up a very strange client, a man who'd sold off everything he owned to learn a form of hypnosis that let him control people's dreams deeply.
That man was Jack Harris.
His wife was Vivian, the classmate who'd bullied me for years. The three of us had grown up together, childhood friends from the same small town.
He'd tormented me for ten years, dumping me a different way in my dreams every single night, all to keep Vivian happy.
And now he had me listening to his confessions in my dreams. It wasn't his conscience turning over.
It was so I'd kill myself, so my heart could be transplanted into Vivian whole and undamaged.
What he never imagined was that I'd found out everything ahead of time.
This time, I was going to watch this rotten pair destroy themselves, one rotting away in his dreams, the other rotting in a hospital bed.