Haunting The Husband Who Ignored My Pleas

From the back cover

The bomb strapped to my chest had less than a minute on the timer.

I called my husband, begging him to save me.

"Kevin, please. This is real. I'm going to die."

But Kevin just sighed, his voice dripping with annoyance.

"Stop the drama, Michelle. Violet is having a panic attack because her cat is stuck in a tree. I don't have time for your jealousy games."

He hung up.

Moments later, the warehouse exploded, and I was gone.

But I didn't cross over. My spirit was tethered to Kevin, an invisible spectator to his life.

I watched him roll his eyes at my mother’s frantic calls.

I watched him perform the autopsy on my charred body, convinced I was actually hiding in a hotel to punish him.

It wasn't until he returned to the blast site and found my wedding ring in the ash that he finally broke.

He fell to his knees, screaming my name.

I thought his remorse would free me.

But then he discovered the truth: Violet had orchestrated my murder.

He cornered her, his grief mutating into a violent, obsidian hatred.

I tried to drift away, but the invisible chain binding me to him suddenly tightened, crushing my soul.

I realized with absolute horror that the truth hadn't set me free.

His hatred was an anchor, heavier than his love ever was.

I wasn't just a ghost anymore.

I was his haunting, and I was never leaving.