“I didn’t do it. I swear it wasn’t me.”Summer cried on his knees, with blood dripping from every part of his body and his whole face aching from all the beating he had endured for the past five hours.Five whole hours of pure torture. He had endured hours of punches. His whole face was swollen, blood was coming out of his mouth, and every breath he took sent sharp aches through his ribs. All for something that he hadn’t even done. No matter how much he tried to explain that he hadn’t done it, they refused to listen to him.“Put him on the electric chair. Maybe then he will finally confess to stealing the five billion and tell us where to find it.”Five billion. That was how much they were accusing him of stealing. Summer had never even seen that much money in his whole twenty-seven years of life, but somehow, they managed to convince each other that he had stolen the money when all he had done was his job, which was only the paperwork to allow the huge sum of money to be transferred.

“You fell down the stairs. You were drunk.” Harry said, which made Summer even more confused. “But I don’t drink.” He argued, and for the first time, Harry stared at him as if he had lost his mind. “Yes, you drink! You have a whole bar filled with various brands of expensive alcohol. I think you really hurt your head when you fell. We will go to the hospital, but not today. We have to leave now. Your parents are already on their way to the restaurant.” Harry told him and hurriedly helped him fix his tie. Summer kept rethinking everything he knew was real and trying to make sense of his new reality. Walking out of the bedroom showed him a whole new side of his supposed apartment. It turned out that it wasn’t just the bedroom that was huge; every part of the apartment was. Harry hurried him out of the house so he couldn’t look around. Finding out that he not only had more than three cars in his parking lot but also had a personal driver was another experience that shocked Summer.

“This is my school?”Summer asked as they pulled up in front of his old school, the same one he had graduated from five years ago in his past life.“Yes. Did you forget your school too?”Harry whispered back to him. Luckily, his mother was busy talking to someone on the phone.“Was I on a scholarship?”Summer asked, and Harry stared at him as if he had lost his mind.“Why would you be on a scholarship? Your father is Charles Montague! Your father gives out scholarships to people in your name. It’s been like that since you were born.”Harry revealed to Summer.So, it was the same school, but this time, he wasn’t on a scholarship.“Do I have any friends in this school? Anyone I am close to?”Harry nodded.“You have friends. You are closest to Diamond.”Summer’s eyes widened at the mention of a name he knew very well. A name he hadn’t heard in over five years, and it was all his fault. He was the one who had stopped trying to reach out to her, and when she did reach out to him, Summer ha