My own brother drugged me, stole my Olympic gold, married my wife, and framed me for a crime I never committed. In the end, he drove me to my death. But death wasn't the end. I woke up five years earlier—on the morning of the Olympic Trials, just before he slipped something into my coffee. This time, I knew every one of his dirty tricks. This time, I would take back everything he stole. But just when I thought I'd turned the tables, my brother leaned in and whispered: "Did you really think you w
