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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 was cold—too cold. The air was thick with something unseen, something angry. Shadows crawled along the walls like living things, twisting and pulsing with Victoria's rage.

She was done fighting. Done screaming. Done pretending she could win against something far beyond her.

"Please," she whispered, her voice raw. "Victoria, please—just listen to me."

A gust of freezing air slammed into her chest, knocking the breath from her lungs. The force sent her sprawling against the floor, her fingers scraping against the rough wood. The temperature plummeted further, and Ellie felt her bones ache from the cold.

Victoria's voice wasn't loud—it didn't have to be. It curled through the room like smoke, thick with something ancient, something broken.

Victoria stood before her, her form flickering between the girl she once was and something twisted by death. Her eyes burned—dark, endless, filled with pain.

She knew there was no winning against this.

And grief was an abyss that could never be filled.

"I know what he did," Ellie choked out, pressing a trembling hand to her chest. "I know he left you. I know he—" Her throat tightened. "I know he let you drown."

"But hating him won't bring you peace," Ellie continued, her voice barely above a whisper. "Hurting me won't bring you back."

Victoria let out a breathless laugh—soft, almost gentle.

"You think I want peace?" Victoria's voice shattered the air, venomous and cruel. "You think I want to move on?"

The walls trembled. A picture frame crashed to the floor, shattering on impact.

"I don't care what you want," Ellie admitted, swallowing hard. "I just know that I—I can't fight you anymore." Her voice cracked. "I don't want to."

Ellie pressed a hand against her heart, feeling it hammer against her ribs.

Ellie's breath hitched, but she pushed forward. "I love him, and I hate him for what he did to you. But please—please don't make me hate you too."

For a moment—just a moment—she looked human again.

A sound so raw, so filled with grief, that the walls buckled and the windows shattered.

From the unbearable, suffocating weight of Victoria's pain.

Victoria's figure flickered. For the first time, her eyes weren't just anger.

Ellie reached out—her fingers trembling.

"Please," she whispered again. "Let me save you this time."

Chapter 42: Ellie's Importunity