Just then, a ghostly figure with wild, tangled hair emerged from the wardrobe. She whispered in my ear, "Did you know? Your husband used to sneak off to the bathroom while you were asleep to make phone calls. He'd tell her how he was going to be rich soon and how they'd be together."
I couldn't sleep.
It turned out that even ghosts could suffer from insomnia.
Ethan and Sabrina were sound asleep in my bed, their arms wrapped around each other, clothes strewn across the floor.
The sight made me snicker bitterly.
The man I had once trusted with my life was now nothing but a traitor.
During the year and a half of our marriage, Ethan never gave me a reason to doubt him. He surprised me with gifts, remembered every single anniversary, cooked for me, and handled the household chores. When I struggled with my depression, he would hold me tight during my breakdowns, letting me cry and scream until I had nothing left to give.
Over time, I started to get better.
I even stopped taking my meds.
So, when I found myself lying dead at the base of our apartment building, I couldn't understand what had pushed me to jump.
I floated to the bedside table and, with a flick of my ghostly fingers, knocked over the photo frame holding their picture.
The sharp crash woke Ethan up.
He groggily picked up the frame, only to cut his hand on the broken glass.
He glanced around, his eyes filled with confusion and unease, then placed the photo back where it belonged.
But he couldn't fall back asleep after that, not for a long time.
The blood from his finger seeped into my bedsheets, leaving a crimson stain.
It looked like he felt guilty.
As dawn broke, the gates of the underworld were about to close, and the reaper in charge of my soul appeared.
"What are you still doing here?"
I perched on the table and nodded toward Ethan and his pregnant mistress. "I'm not going anywhere. I'm staying right here."
"To torture yourself?"
My eyes glowed a dangerous red as I sneered, "I'm going to kill them."
The reaper's shock was almost comical, but I softened my tone, pretending to be reasonable. "I can't leave my dad like this. Since I'm here, just give me a few more days. It's not like I'm in a rush to reincarnate."
Before the sun fully rose, I slipped into Sabrina's body while she was still fast asleep.
Ethan was not just a scumbag. He was an idiot too.