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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

The room pulsed with cold energy. The walls seemed to close in, suffocating, trapping them in a reality Ellie wasn't ready to face.

Victoria's laughter—sharp, broken—rattled in Ellie's skull. "Oh, Ben," she whispered, her voice laced with something darker than longing. Pure, unfiltered rage.

Ben's face was pale, his hands shaking as he took a step back. "Victoria, don't—"

"Don't what?" Victoria's voice crackled through Ellie's lips, dripping with venom. "Don't tell her? Don't tell your sweet, innocent girlfriend why I'm really here?"

A shadow curled around the room, thick and suffocating.

Ellie's mind throbbed, flashes of memory slicing through her like cold blades. She wasn't just seeing them—she was feeling them.

The night was humid, the scent of chlorine thick in the air. Water shimmered beneath dim pool lights. A girl—Victoria—laughed, twirling, teasing. And then—

Ben's voice was sharp. "You're being crazy, Victoria. You're always so damn intense."

Victoria's breath hitched. "I just love you."

Ben scoffed. "Yeah? Well, maybe I don't love you anymore."

Water choking, filling lungs, pulling her under.

Ellie felt it. The terror. The betrayal. The last thing Victoria saw before everything faded to black—Ben, turning away.

Ellie gasped, her chest heaving. "You… you let her die?"

Ben's lips parted, but no words came.

Victoria's laughter cracked through the silence, but it wasn't soft anymore. It was jagged, vicious. "He didn't even try to save me." Her voice grew colder, darker. "And now he thinks he can save you?"

And Victoria wasn't leaving until she took everything from Ben—just like he had taken everything from her.

Chapter 35: The Truth Beneath the Water