Chapter 4The Ghost of Christmas Eve: My Ex-Husband's Regret

I sat on the balcony, letting the cold winter wind blow through me, watching the warm lights of the city.

The deep sense of loss that followed my suicide slowly washed over me.

I thought about playing a depressing Spotify playlist to set the mood, but unfortunately, I couldn't physically touch my phone anymore.

Just as I was contemplating where to float off to next, the phone in my bathroom started ringing incessantly.

I drifted over. It was Grayson.

We had just finalized our divorce papers the day before yesterday. He had told me there were still some asset distributions to sort out, so I shouldn't block his number yet.

I knew his personality. He was decisive and ruthless. I figured he just wanted to sever all ties as quickly as possible so we'd never have to speak again.

But why was he calling me so many times right now?

I didn't understand.

He called my number, then called me on FaceTime, over and over again.

The ringing was getting on my nerves. I debated whether I could somehow knock the phone into the bathtub.

But as a newly minted ghost, I was too weak to interact with physical objects.

So I just stared as the phone rang endlessly.

Over half an hour later, the phone finally fell silent.