MARY_OMONOWA

Modern dating is already a minefield, but nothing could have prepared Ellie for falling into a twisted love triangle with a ghost. When her seemingly perfect boyfriend, Ben, starts mumbling secrets to thin air and even forgets their anniversary, Ellie knows something is horribly off. Her worst fears come crashing down when she discovers that Victoria—Ben’s dashing, dead ex—is back from the grave, haunting him with a toxic mix of unresolved passion and vengeful unfinished business.

Determined not to lose the man she loves, Ellie embarks on a wild, chaotic journey to outwit this lovesick specter. As she digs deeper into Victoria’s murky past, Ellie uncovers a shocking truth: the ghost’s jealousy is only part of the nightmare. Victoria isn’t just stalking Ben—she’s trapped in an eternal limbo, doomed to suffer unless someone frees her from her own bitter chains. And now, Ellie must face the impossible challenge of saving not just her relationship, but a tortured soul from beyond the grave.

In this surreal battle where romance collides with the supernatural and dark humor, Ellie is forced to ask the unthinkable: Can love really transcend death, or is she doomed to become nothing more than an awkward, unwitting third wheel in a paranormal romance that defies all natural laws?

The ghost who stole my man

Ellie barely slept that night. Every time she closed her eyes, the whisper replayed in her mind.

By morning, she convinced herself it was all stress-induced paranoia. Maybe Ben was just dealing with grief weirdly, and she was letting it get to her. Ghosts weren't real. They couldn't be real.

The sound wasn't coming from her front door.

It was coming from her bedroom window.

A window that was on the second floor.

Her stomach flipped. Slowly, she turned her head toward the glass. The curtains swayed slightly, even though there was no wind. A faint smudge appeared on the glass—like a handprint, but blurred, almost like fingers were dragging down.

Ellie bolted out of bed, grabbing her phone to call Ben. But before she could dial, her phone buzzed.

She typed back, Is Victoria knocking on your windows too, or am I just special?

Then, a second later—her bedroom lights flickered.

Ellie swallowed hard. "Okay, cool, cool, totally normal. Just electrical issues."

She didn't turn around. She didn't want to. But she felt it—the warmth of someone's breath tickling the back of her neck. The scent of something sweet, floral… perfume?

Ellie squeezed her eyes shut. "It's not real, it's not real—"

A ghostly whisper caressed her ear.

Ellie did what any sane woman would do in this situation.

Chapter 3: Ghosts Don’t Knock, But They Do Get Jealous