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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 had transformed into a nightmare.

Water surged, rising fast, swallowing Ben as he thrashed beneath its surface. His hands clawed upward, bubbles escaping his lips in silent screams. The once solid floor had turned into an abyss—a cold, endless pool that stretched far beyond reality.

Ellie gasped, struggling to breathe, her lungs burning from the phantom sensation of drowning. She wasn't submerged, but Victoria was making her feel it. The weight of water pressing against her chest, the helplessness, the panic—Victoria's last moments, trapped in her own death.

Ben's eyes widened with terror as he struggled, his body convulsing beneath the surface. The shadows in the water twisted, forming grotesque shapes—mocking whispers of the past, echoes of the betrayal.

Victoria—still inside Ellie's body—stood at the edge of the dark water, watching, waiting.

"You feel it now, don't you?" Her voice was eerily calm, but her rage crackled like ice splitting apart. "The fear. The helplessness. The way your lungs burn, your body aches, the cold dragging you down."

Ben's body jerked violently, his face turning blue.

Ellie's heart pounded. No, no, no—

She forced her fingers to move, to dig into her own skin, trying to break Victoria's control. "You're killing him!" Ellie gasped.

Victoria laughed. "Oh, you think this is killing him?" She stepped forward, her bare feet sinking into the water, but she didn't drown. The dark liquid rippled around her, accepting her like she belonged there. "He killed me, Ellie. He let me die."

Her eyes flickered with something raw, broken.

Ellie felt it—a sharp stab of regret buried deep beneath the rage. Victoria never wanted to die. She had been in love. She had believed Ben would save her. And instead, he had turned his back.

"Victoria, please," Ellie whispered. Her own body trembled with the force of emotions not entirely her own. "You've made your point."

Victoria's gaze snapped to Ellie, her expression twisting into something almost human—almost grief. "No, Ellie. He doesn't get to walk away this time."

The water surged higher, and Ben's body stopped thrashing.

Victoria let out a breath, slow and steady. "Let him feel everything I did."

And with that, she pushed him deeper.

Chapter 37: Victoria’s Fury