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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 void stretched endlessly around her, swallowing light, swallowing time. Ellie didn't know how long she had been here—trapped in this cold, empty nowhere. At first, she screamed. Then she cried. Then she begged.

She wasn't going to let that thing take her place.

Ellie clenched her fists, feeling the weight of her own existence slipping like grains of sand between her fingers. She could feel something gnawing at her, something that whispered in the dark, telling her to let go. To become nothing.

She took a step forward—though there was no ground, no direction, no sense of movement. The void resisted, wrapping around her ankles like chains, like quicksand trying to pull her under.

Each step was agony. The void wasn't just empty—it was hungry. It devoured memory, identity, self.

She gritted her teeth, forcing herself to remember—

The way his fingers tangled in her hair.

The scent of his skin when he held her close.

For a moment, the darkness recoiled.

Ellie's heart pounded. That was it. That was the key.

If this place wanted to erase her, she would carve herself into it. She would not forget.

She closed her eyes and forced herself to recall every moment, every sensation, every heartbeat of her life.

The laughter. The fights. The love.

A spark ignited in her chest, a warmth cutting through the unbearable cold.

A shape loomed ahead, shifting and wrong, like a shadow cast by something that wasn't there.

"Go back," it rasped. "Go back before it takes you completely."

She didn't know what it was.

She would not let the thing in her body win.

The shadow shivered, retreating slightly.

"Foolish girl," it hissed. "You don't understand what you're fighting."

Ellie took another step. "Then explain it to me."

The shadow pulsed, its form twisting.

"It is old," it murmured. "It is patient. It takes what it wants and leaves nothing behind. It is inside you now."

It wasn't just pretending to be her.

There might not be anything left of Ellie to return.

And if this void thought it could keep her, it was dead wrong.

Chapter 74: Ellie's Determination