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

His tears hadn't even dried, yet the thing inside Ellie's body smirked at him, wearing her face like a cruel mask. It wasn't her—it could never be her. But it moved like her, breathed like her, taunting him with the illusion that she was still there.

"This is your fault." His voice was low, shaking with barely contained fury.

The thing inside Ellie raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. "My fault?"

Ben shot up from his knees, towering over the imposter. "If you hadn't forced her into this—if you hadn't made her do this damn ritual—Ellie would still be here!"

The thing laughed, a soft, musical sound that wasn't Ellie's. "Oh, Ben." it took a step closer, tilting its head. "You're still pretending you had no part in this?"

His hands fisted at his sides. "Shut up."

"You left Victoria to die, remember?" The thing's voice was mocking, but there was something dark underneath it, something ancient and vengeful. "Everything happening right now? It's just the universe balancing the scales."

Ben's jaw clenched. "That was a mistake. A horrible mistake—"

"One that cost her life."The thing grinned, but its eyes were dead cold. "Now, Ellie has paid the price for your sins. How does it feel, Ben? To be the reason every woman you love is doomed?"

Ben's vision blurred with fury. "Stop talking like that. Stop using her voice."

"Why?" The thing took another step, its fingers brushing against his chest. "Afraid you might like it?"

Grabbing the thing's wrist, he shoved it back, causing it to stumble. "I will never love you." His voice was sharp, venomous. "You are NOT Ellie, and you will never be her!"

The thing's smirk faltered, just for a second.

Then, its face hardened. "You still don't get it, do you?" It took slow, deliberate steps toward him. "This isn't just about Ellie. It was always about you, Ben. You destroy everything you touch. And now, you're alone again."

The word sank in, cutting deeper than any blade.

He had been alone before. After Victoria. He had barely survived it. Then Ellie had come, dragging him back into the light.

The weight of it all crushed him, leaving him breathless.

Maybe the thing was right. Maybe he was cursed. Maybe he did destroy everything he touched.

Chapter 52: The Blame Game