Coralie Sullivan

I kept a list. Ninety-eight times my husband chose another woman over me.

Missed birthdays, ruined anniversaries, broken promises—all for his "patient" Sophia, who seemed to have a medical emergency every time we had plans.

"It's just my job, Emma," he would say. "You understand."

Ryan thought he could have his cake and eat it too. He was wrong.

After an incident, I was determined to leave him, and before I left, I gave him an unforgettable "gift."

I busted my ass working for five years, completely wrecked my health just to scrape together money for his eye surgery. Then I discovered—he was never blind to begin with.

When I asked him why.

"Because you owe me," Matthew stared at me with those cold eyes.

But I can't remember a damn thing...

Now I'm about to die from late-stage stomach cancer. I wonder if Matthew will be pleased?

I thought I was the happiest woman in the world... until I clicked on that video.

The moment the screen lit up, my entire world came crashing down.

The woman on the bed was Calista - that girl who grew up with us since we were kids. And that hand caressing her skin was wearing the wedding ring I had personally put on Matteo's finger.

"I've missed you so much..."
"You drive me crazy, baby..."

Those sweet words I knew so well completely destroyed me.

Everyone said we were the perfect couple, but who knew this marriage was built on nothing but lies?

Since he's so good at acting, I guess it's time I gave him a show of my own. I'm going to make sure everyone sees what this "perfect husband" really is...

Texting my roommate about tonight's plans. 【Want to binge-watch something tonight?】My finger slipped, autocorrect changed it to 【Want to spend the night together?】Even worse, I sent it to the wrong person—to my stepbrother Alex!

My face instantly burned red. In my panic to delete the message, I secretly grabbed his phone.

Only to accidentally discover that he had me saved as—【Phenylethylamine】The love molecule?

I stared at the screen in shock, my mind completely blank.

This genius stepbrother with glasses had been cold and distant for three years. I thought he didn't care about me at all...

Footsteps approached. Alex was coming back.

He glanced at his phone's position, then at me. "Ava, did you touch my phone?"

How do I explain what I just saw?

I'm dead, trapped as a ghost who can only follow my husband around.

Watching him examine my dismembered corpse at the garbage dump, his coldness shattered my heart—this man couldn't even recognize his own wife's wedding ring. When I heard him tell someone that my death was "convenient, saved him the hassle of divorce," rage nearly tore my soul apart.

But when I followed him back to his car and saw him break down crying when he thought no one was watching...