Chapter 4The Wife Who Haunted Her Husband

After Carter and his men left, the villa returned to its desolate silence.

By the flattened mound of dirt, only the drunkard remained, sobbing. He was mourning me.

Seeing his leg broken and bleeding because of me made my heart ache.

In three years, not many people knew I was dead.

But this drunkard was the only one who never abandoned me.

He had been beaten for stealing once, and I had gotten a doctor to treat him and given him some food. He considered me his savior and refused to leave, guarding the villa door for me.

He was there the day Ruby snuck in and pushed me off the balcony. He watched helplessly from outside as I fell.

Falling from five stories should have killed me. But I survived, half-paralyzed.

The drunkard ran like mad to get help.

In that window of time, Ruby, seeing I wasn't dead, hired some drifters to assault me. Then they threw my broken body into the backyard and buried me alive.

"As long as you're alive, you're a threat to me and Carter," she had said, her smile poisonous.

"Only when you're dead can I truly be Mrs. Sterling."

"Don't blame me when you get to hell. Blame your bad luck for being in my way."

Ruby’s vicious smile was the last thing I saw.

Maybe my resentment was too strong, because after I died, I didn't move on. I was trapped here.

I had done nothing wrong, yet I was framed and murdered. As the dirt covered me, I had only one thought: I wanted to see my son one last time. Without me, how would Ruby treat him?

Three days later, Carter returned. This time, he brought a frail-looking Ruby and a small boy in a suit.

Leo!

I floated toward him joyfully. Before I could touch him, Carter grabbed him by the neck.

"Nora, I'm giving you one last chance. Three days are up. If you don't come out, I'll strangle your son with my own hands!"