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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

Ellie sat on the floor, staring at the mirror as her breathing slowed. The glass was still cracked from their earlier struggle, but the entity inside was silent. For now.

Ben groaned beside her, rubbing his head. "So, uh... what now?"

Ellie sighed. "Now, we figure out how to make sure that"—she pointed at the mirror—"stays locked up forever."

Ben sat up, looking entirely done with supernatural nonsense. "Can't we just smash it? I mean, movie logic says breaking the haunted object works, right?"

Ellie shook her head. "And real logic says we don't know what will happen if we do. What if it escapes instead of dies?"

Ben made a face. "Right. Okay. So, option B?"

Ellie stared at the mirror, her mind racing. There had to be something. Some way to seal it for good.

Before she could answer, the room shifted.

The air grew thick, pressing down on them like an invisible force.

The lightbulbs above them exploded, plunging the room into darkness.

Ben cursed, scrambling for his phone. "Nope. Nope. That is bad."

Ellie's heart hammered in her chest.

Then, from within the mirror, a voice whispered.

Ben's grip on her arm tightened. "Ellie…"

"I am not gone. You cannot erase me."

The glass shuddered, and a hairline crack snaked down the middle.

Ben panicked. "Okay, I hate this. We need an actual plan, like yesterday."

Ellie clenched her fists. "We need to talk to someone who knows more about this than we do."

Ben scoffed. "Like who? Ghostbusters?"

Ellie glared. "No, you idiot. We need an exorcist."

The mirror whispered again, laughter echoing from inside.

Ellie swallowed hard, determination setting in.

Chapter 82: The Aftermath of the Impossible