Zuxian

Ishbelle, a seasoned Journalist, started off as a tough girl by the way, but she fell head over heels for Eric, a billionaire, later. They got married and he became an Amazing son In Law. 
But the twist was birthed. She died to a robbery; he was extremely rich. But she wouldn't let him be even after the death. 
She would haunt all the ladies he met after her death. She appeared to him and warned him to choose whether to keep being haunted or remain single for her. 
He tried getting spiritual and psychological aids but all were to no avail. He settle for being single. 
But would he remain like that? If it was your 27 years old brother, would you watch him die single? Or betrothed to some psychotic ghost?

Married To A Ghost - MTGA

    "Though it's your right to know from whose hand we got your contact, yet we'd love to revere the interest of our client. It's quite confidential and if you don't mind I saying, our client paid the bill. I'm sure your understand my stance."


    The lady dressed in a back suit and skimpy skirt said. She had a light blueish shirt braced at the collar with a fancy tie. 


    Eric looked from her blonde hair to her black pencil shoes. To him, she was close to being elegantly dressed. 


    He held her in his gaze again without saying a word. He didn't owe her a word yet. 


      "I'm your therapist and at this phase, I'd love your to tell me about how you feel and all. Anything that could help me."


    Eric stared at her dancing lips. That was the only part of her that caught his attention. 


   She traced his eyes down to where he was staring at. Twas her lips. She cleared her throat to get his attention. 


     "Okay let's do it this way. I'm Jane, a therapist and you've been enrolled for a month session on Mental therapy. All we'll do here is give you tips on how to deal with the loss of your wife. Which I'm sorry to bring back to memory. But it's the harsh reality."


   She stopped talking. Then she continued,


    "Now, it's your turn to tell me how you feel. Whatever you say would determine the tips."


     To Eric, things had recently changed. Things had taken a new turn that he didn't envisage. Twas hard to tell why he hadn't noticed in the first place. 


     Why hadn't he noticed that the lady seated before him was Ishbelle. How blind could he had been. Had he been hallucinating?


    Jane quizzed. She opened the file before her and flipped through some pages. Then she turned to him again. 


    "Oh, your wife. Tell me about her. Probably that would help the memory."


    She said. But Eric kept the blank gaze again. Jane wasn't really moved. She had treated people worse than he was. 


   She was one of the best therapists in the whole of Connecticut. 


   He said again. Jane sighed. She tapped her shoes gently on the floor for some while then said,


     "Yes, tell me about Ishbelle. Tell me how beautiful she was. What she did that amused you. Her hobbies. Why you loved her so much. Crazy things you've shared in common. Entertain me."


    She said decking her face with a borrowed smile. She had been told by her client to do all she could to help him. Plus she had given the client her words. 


   She wouldn't possibly go back on those whose or make a sandwich of them and appetize them. 


    He said and stood up that time. He walked off the small stool in between them and towards the therapist. 


   Jane said, looking at him as he advanced. She was beginning to freak out. 


   He got to her and stooped. Then grabbed her by the waist and began to try to pull off her skirt. 


     She started fighting her way off but his hold was very strong. So resolved for the scream. 


   In no time, the security men rushed in and bundled him out. 


    Eric kept saying, as he was borne out. 


    Jane sighed. She put her palms to her face. 


Chapter 25