Chapter 4My Husband Thought Reform School Tamed Me. He Doesn't Know I'm Already Dead

One year later.

When Lucas drove up to the reform school, the sky was already growing dark.

A woman stood at the entrance, smiling gently at him.

He got out of the car, and before he could get close, she ran over and hugged him.

"Darling, I've missed you so much."

Lucas paused, then smiled in satisfaction: "How was it in there?"

The woman tilted her head thoughtfully, then said: "Not bad at all."

Lucas brought his now obedient and submissive wife back home.

He called her Olivia.

But I was already dead.

The one by his side was my twin sister, Sophia.

I followed them back to the city in spirit form.

Lucas was especially patient with his newly returned wife, telling her about the changes at home and what he had been up to over the past year.

He told her everything, except about Chloe.

But I knew. After death, my spirit had left my body and wandered the human world.

I knew everything he had done crystal clear.

Including every meal with Chloe, every movie, every intimate encounter.

His change in attitude was probably out of guilt, wanting to make it up to me.

That evening, after showering, Sophia put on a lacy nightgown and slipped under the covers, wrapping her arms around the man's waist.

Lucas instinctively locked his phone, which was open to a chat window.

Sophia acted like she hadn't noticed, snuggling against him like a kitten.

Looking down at the woman's cleavage, his Adam's apple bobbed.

As if sensing the man's heated gaze, Sophia looked up, her eyes sparkling, red lips parted slightly as she let out a soft moan.

Lucas paused, his eyes flickering. No longer paying attention to the messages popping up on his phone, he flipped her over and pinned her beneath him.

I had thought that after a year, nothing he did would affect me anymore.

But the stabbing pain in my heart at that moment was undeniable.

My Sophia was now lying beneath my husband, begging for his attention, with a triumphant smile playing at her lips.

The next day, Sophia went to a cemetery on the outskirts of town, stopping in front of a blank headstone.

She placed a bouquet of jasmine flowers before the grave, her slender fingers lightly tracing the unmarked stone.

A crazed smile spread across her face.

"Rest in peace, sister."

"Your husband is mine now."