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 opened her eyes—but there was nothing to see.

Thick. Endless. Suffocating.

She turned her head, but no matter where she looked, there was only an empty void stretching infinitely in all directions. It was as if she was floating in a black abyss, weightless yet crushingly confined, like something unseen was pressing in on her from all sides.

Her breath quickened.

She tried to move, but her limbs felt numb, like they weren't even attached to her body. Panic slithered into her chest, coiling tight around her racing heart.

"Hello?!" she called out.

Her voice didn't echo. It just… vanished.

Like the darkness had swallowed it whole.

She clutched her head, trying to remember. The last thing she knew… she was with Ben. Fighting for him. Fighting against Victoria. Against the thing that had possessed her body.

Her stomach dropped.

The realization hit her like ice water, sending a violent shiver through her soul.

"No… no, no, no, this isn't happening," she whispered, her voice shaky. She forced herself to breathe, to think. There had to be a way out. There had to be.

She turned, desperate to find anything—a light, a door, a sign that she wasn't just floating in an endless pit of nothingness.

Then… she heard it.

Her blood turned cold.

She spun around, heart pounding against her ribs.

This time, closer.

Her breath caught in her throat.

The voice was familiar.

And then, out of the blackness, something moved.

A shadow—not just part of the void, but shifting, alive.

Ellie took a step back, stumbling.

The whisper came again, only this time it wasn't distant.

It was right behind her.

She whirled around, and her stomach plummeted.

A figure stood before her.

No eyes. No mouth. Just a hollow, empty void where a face should be.

Ellie tried to scream, but before she could—

Chapter 56: The Trapped Soul