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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 air roared in her ears, but there was no wind. No gravity. Just the sensation of falling—as if the universe had unhinged itself and sent her spiraling into the unknown.

Shapes twisted around her, shadows morphing into flashes of light, flickers of memories that weren't hers. Faces blurred past her vision—some familiar, some monstrous.

"You are not supposed to be here."

The voice wasn't from the void. This was something else. Something older. More powerful.

Ellie clenched her fists. She didn't care.

"I'm going back," she snarled into the nothingness.

A violent jolt shot through her body. Suddenly, the descent slowed, her fall becoming a painful drift. The space around her shifted—turning from endless black into a murky, shifting in-between.

Something was waiting for her.

A figure emerged from the shadows, faceless yet aware. It radiated something ancient, something unnatural.

"You seek to return," it murmured.

The figure tilted its head. "And yet, your body is no longer empty. Another has claimed it."

"You are lost, wandering without a vessel. If you go back… where will you stay?"

She had fought so hard to return, but she hadn't thought about how. She wasn't just waking up. She was displaced.

Her soul had no anchor. No home.

"A body cannot hold two souls," the figure continued, voice like rustling leaves. "One must submit. One must be cast out."

Ellie's pulse pounded in her ears.

If she tried to reclaim her body, there would be a battle. A war between her and the thing that had taken her place.

And one of them would have to die.

"Do you still wish to return?" the figure asked.

She saw his face in her mind—the way he had held her, the way he had whispered her name like it was something precious.

She thought of the thing inside her body, wearing her face, touching him with hands that weren't hers.

The figure watched her for a long moment. Then, slowly, it raised a hand.

Ellie was yanked forward, a blinding light swallowing her whole.

Her body—her real, living, stolen body—was waiting.

And so was the thing inside it.

And she would make it pay.

Chapter 76: Between Worlds