Chapter 1The Ghost of Vengeance

After I died, I discovered that my husband, Arthur Sterling, could still see me.

He wept tears of joy, saying that we could be together forever.

But later, he started coming home less and less.

Then, I saw the young woman following him—she looked exactly like I used to.

One day, that young woman suddenly fell ill with a strange, incurable disease.

A spiritual master claimed that a malevolent spirit was harming her.

And Arthur... turned his head and looked directly at me, while I floated there in absolute shock.

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I still hadn't fully processed what was happening.

I shook my head at him frantically.

The others couldn't hear me or see me.

"Arthur, it's not me! You know me better than anyone!"

At the same time, Chloe Sinclair, lying in bed, began to whimper softly.

"Mr. Sterling, it hurts so much..."

Arthur didn't say a word. He just stared intensely at me floating in mid-air.

His eyes were filled with suspicion and resentment.

I remembered what the master had just said: "This young lady is likely being haunted by a malevolent spirit."

Chloe looked terrified, crying and shrinking into Arthur's embrace.

"Mr. Sterling, I've never done anything wrong in my entire life! Why would a dark spirit want to hurt me?"

Arthur comforted her, "Chloe, this isn't your fault."

I didn't understand what he meant at first.

But now I did.

He meant it was my fault—the "malevolent spirit's" fault.

Chloe asked the master, "Master, is there any way to suppress this spirit?"

The master pulled out several talisman papers and a wooden sword.

Chloe took the wooden sword, waving it around fearfully.

Whether intentional or not, the tip of the sword pointed directly at me.

In that split second, I felt an agonizing, tearing pain rip through my soul.

I couldn't dodge. I was paralyzed in mid-air.

Even without a physical body, the agony was so intense I felt like I would dissipate into nothingness at any moment.

And Arthur just watched me, completely indifferent.

Chloe dropped the wooden sword, picked up the talismans, and looked at Arthur.

"Mr. Sterling, could you please help me stick these talismans around the room?"

I watched Arthur walk over and take the talismans from her.

Then he smiled and gently patted Chloe's head.

"Of course."

Once the talismans were placed in all four corners of the room, my already weakened soul was violently blasted out of the house.

This was our marital home.

The home Arthur and I had shared for seven years.

I stumbled upright, trying to walk back through the front door, but it was useless.

The lingering pain from the wooden sword throbbed through me. After failing repeatedly, I collapsed and curled into a ball in the corner.

The front door opened. I scrambled up, overjoyed.

"Arthur..."

Arthur looked at me, his expression incredibly complex.

"Mia, don't ever come inside again."

"Maybe you didn't do it on purpose."

"But her health is incredibly fragile. Stop harming her."

I didn't know what to say.

It's hard to describe how those words made me feel.

The man standing in front of me felt nothing like the Arthur who had promised to love me forever.

A year ago, when I died, he cried so agonizingly.

Why had everything changed?

"But this is my home! Our home! Why can't I go inside?"

"Because you're dead!"

"Because you're a wandering spirit now! You don't have to worry about anything, but she can't handle it! Your presence is making her sick!"

"Mia Harrison, you were never this unreasonable when you were alive."

As Arthur turned to go back inside, I could only murmur one sentence.

"I didn't harm her."

He paused for a second, then shut the door firmly.

I wasn't entirely fearless either.

I don't know if he noticed, but my soul had become slightly more transparent.