Chapter 1The Ghost of Christmas Eve: My Ex-Husband's Regret

I committed suicide.

On Christmas Eve, a time meant for family reunions.

But I never expected that my ex-husband, who had never cared about me while I was alive, would go completely insane after my death, ruthlessly seeking revenge against everyone who had ever mistreated me.

He even tried to take his own life to join me.

Yet, when I was alive, he clearly didn't love me at all.

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Right now, in my newly minted ghost form, I stood next to my own corpse.

The Reaper stood in front of me, flipping through a thick, leather-bound Ledger of Souls.

"What is your name?"

"Audrey," I replied, eager for him to take my soul away so I could be reincarnated into a decent family for my next life.

But the Reaper’s gaze lingered on the ledger for a long time. Finally, he looked up at me.

"Your time isn't up yet, and you have a baby in your belly. Why did you kill yourself?"

I glanced down at my pale, lifeless body soaking in the bathtub.

"I didn't want to live anymore, so I ended it."

The Reaper looked so angry his jaw actually twitched. He tapped the ledger in his hand. "Do you realize that committing suicide before your time is up is like calling 911 for a fake emergency? It's highly unethical! Furthermore, the child inside you was meant to have a brand-new life, and now, because of you, they will never be born!"

God as my witness, when I took my own life, I had absolutely no idea I was pregnant.

But hearing his lecture, I frowned. "Why are there so many rules for dying?"

The Reaper softened his tone. "Life still has many beautiful things waiting for you to experience. Be a good girl, listen to me, and get back into your body."

I thought of my bloodsucking, cruel parents. I thought of my entitled sister and my spoiled brother. And I thought of my ex-husband’s perpetually cold, indifferent face.

My resolve was absolute. "There is absolutely nothing beautiful in my life. Just drag me away. I'd rather be a dog or a cat in my next life."

No matter how the Reaper tried to persuade me, I refused to return to my body.

Finally, he sighed. "Processing reincarnation paperwork for someone whose time isn't up is incredibly difficult. How about this: I'll give you thirty days. You can stay in the human world as a ghost. If, by the end of the month, you still haven't found a single reason to live, I'll process your paperwork."

I thought about it and agreed.

It wasn't every day you got to be a ghost. Roaming the earth with zero responsibilities sounded pretty good.