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 breath came fast and shallow, her fists clenched at her sides. The void trembled around her, resisting her presence, trying to suffocate her very existence.

"You don't belong here," the shadowy figure rasped again, its voice slithering through the emptiness.

Ellie narrowed her eyes. "Then let me go."

The air thickened, pressing against her like an invisible force, making it harder to move, harder to think.

Her mind raced. If this thing—the void, the presence, whatever it was—wanted her gone, why was it warning her? Why was it hesitating?

She took another step forward, defying the pressure trying to crush her into nothingness.

"I don't care what it takes," she spat. "I am going back."

The shadow pulsed, shifting unnaturally.

Ellie's jaw tightened. "My life. My body. Ben."

The shadow stilled. Then, a soft, cruel chuckle echoed around her.

"It has settled in," the voice continued, almost amused. "Woven itself into your skin, your bones. Even if you return, you will not be whole. It will fight you. You will suffer."

Ellie refused to let the doubt sink in.

She would take back what was hers.

"Then I'll tear it out," she said through gritted teeth. "Piece by piece, if I have to."

The void trembled, like it could feel the fire growing inside her.

A low hum vibrated through the darkness, and suddenly, cracks of dim, silvery light formed beneath Ellie's feet.

For the first time, the void was breaking.

The shadow recoiled, shrinking back. Afraid.

Ellie felt her heart race with hope.

"If you leave now," the shadow rasped, "there will be no turning back. The path will close."

Ellie didn't hesitate. "Then I'll make my own way back."

The light beneath her feet spread, widening, splitting the void apart.

Ellie screamed as she was yanked downward, through the rift, through time and space, through something she couldn't comprehend—

The last thing she heard before everything turned white was the whisper of the void.

"Then let's see if you are strong enough to survive."

Chapter 75: The Fight for Return