She woke up married to a billionaire. Now she has to remember why. Peyton Adair is seventeen, stubborn, and still tasting salt air from the last thing she remembers, Cape Heron's bonfire, sand under her feet, a voice too close in the dark. Then she wakes up in a luxury penthouse with stitches on her forehead, bruised ribs that make breathing hurt, and a simple gold band on her left hand. Her husband is Jamison Kade. Nineteen, tabloid famous, billionaire heir. The kind of reckless rich boy the world loves to hate, and the kind her best friend Rain swears is nothing but trouble. Peyton doesn't remember meeting him. She doesn't remember the hospital. She doesn't remember signing anything, but the paperwork is real. And when Jamie finally tells her the truth, why she was in the ER, why her mother was kept in the dark, and who was behind the wheel the night her life split in two, Peyton realizes her missing memories aren't the only thing someone's been hiding. Because the more she pulls at the threads of that lost night, the more everything unravels: her father's secrets, Rain's messy relationship drama, the scandal machine surrounding the Kade family, and the unsettling way Jamie seems to know exactly what she needs... even when she doesn't know herself. Somewhere between Cape Heron's spotlight and Brentver's quiet, Peyton has to decide what's worse, truth she can't remember, or the feelings she never meant to catch.