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's screams were swallowed by the endless blackness. The sensation of being pulled apart was unbearable—like invisible hands clawing at her very essence.

She could no longer feel her body.

She wasn't falling. She wasn't floating. She was unraveling.

The whispering shadows slithered around her, tightening, crushing. They weren't merely watching anymore. They were feeding.

The voices layered over each other, inhuman, distorted. Some sounded amused. Others… hungry.

Ellie tried to move—tried to fight back—but her limbs wouldn't respond. Were they even there? Was she still Ellie?

She gasped, or at least she thought she did. There was no air. Only cold.

A thought crept into her mind, as insidious as the whispers in the dark.

The price for meddling in something beyond her understanding? The cost of trying to help Victoria?

Her mind raced with the possibilities.

Was Victoria finally at peace in Ellie's body? Had she reclaimed what she believed was hers? Had she left Ellie here to rot?

"No," Ellie thought, but doubt slithered in like poison.

Would she fade away in this endless abyss, while Victoria lived her life?

A sudden noise snapped her out of her spiraling thoughts.

Ellie felt it—a ripple of unease. The void around her shuddered.

Whatever had her in its grasp… was afraid.

And that terrified her more than anything.

"What could scare the things that have no fear?"

The shriek came again—closer, sharper. It wasn't human. It was something worse.

A figure emerged from the blackness.

Twisted. Grotesque. Its shape constantly shifting—one moment humanoid, the next, something else entirely.

It had too many limbs. Too many eyes.

Ellie's heart—if it still existed—lurched.

The whispers turned into hisses. The shadows pulled away as if retreating.

She barely had time to react before icy claws sank into her, piercing through whatever form she had left.

The last thing she heard before everything collapsed into agony—

"You were never meant to survive this."

Chapter 65: The Abyss Takes Its Toll