My Ghost Haunted My Husband for 7 Years Chapter 01
“Honey… take it easy…”
Seven years after I died, my ghost spent every day haunting my billionaire husband’s dreams, watching him play cards.
When he showered, I crouched beside him and watched. When he was doing craft work, I quietly gave him a hand.
Even when he went on dates with his childhood friend, I draped myself over his shoulder and swayed along to the rhythm.
I just wanted to see if that man—who’d used me as a business pawn and hadn’t even shown up to my funeral—would ever get what was coming to him.
But Tyler Harrison’s business seemed to be thriving. The Harrison Corp kept expanding, and he was busy planning to get a marriage license with his childhood sweetheart.
Except that plan had failed ninety-nine times.
First, his car blew a tire. Second, he got rear-ended. Third, the City Hall’s system crashed. Fourth, heavy rain closed the roads to the City hall… On his ninety-ninth attempt, the entire City hall building lost power.
The Harrison family panicked. They flew in a psychic from overseas.
The psychic did a quick reading and declared that I—his ex-wife’s earthbound spirit—was still clinging to the living world and was haunting him.
He set up a working altar, performed a ritual, and took out a scrying mirror.
He said that Tyler could fulfill three final wishes of mine to help me release my attachments and send my soul into reincarnation.
Then he could get married to Edith.
I scoffed. What year was this? Calling in some con artist to play ghostbusters?
But the next second, the man’s cold gaze landed precisely on the spot where I was floating.
I waited for guilt to cross his face. Even a belated apology.
Instead, his lips pressed into a thin line, and his voice came out like ice.
“What are the wishes? Say them and get out.”
…
There was no point in arguing. I just spoke.
“First, I want to take a hot-air balloon ride with you. Just once.”
That was a promise he’d made when he was chasing me and said he’d take me to Cappadocia to watch the sunset after we got married. Three years later, he’d never followed through.
Tyler moved fast. The very next day, he flew to Turkey with Edith Price.
After landing, Tyler sat through three dress fittings with Edith. On the balloon, she posted a photo dump on her socials, captioned “Best birthday gift ever.”
I floated quietly on the other side of the basket, watching them do everything I’d dreamed about for years.
At sunset, the sky blazed orange and red across the rock formations. It looked like a painting.
I was so mesmerized I murmured quietly, “So beautiful.”
I turned and saw Edith loop her arm through Tyler’s, eyes shining.
“It’s gorgeous, Tyler. This is the best gift I’ve ever gotten.”
Tyler stared at the horizon, voice flat. “Glad you like it.”
I looked away and stopped hovering near them.
It wasn’t until Edith went down to touch up her makeup that the basket held just Tyler and me—one man, one ghost.
I swallowed the tightness in my throat and looked at him. “First wish has been done.”
Tyler didn’t move. His dark eyes fixed on me, a flicker of confusion in them. “Your wish… that was too simple.”
I paused, then looked back at him calmly.
“Yeah. And yet, that simple thing, you never once made good on it in three years of marriage.”
First year, he said the company had just gone public, too busy.
Second year, he said they were expanding overseas, couldn’t get away.
Third year, I died on the road, mother and unborn child both gone.
It wasn’t until after I died that I understood if he wanted to take someone somewhere, he could set off at any time.
There was no such thing as “couldn’t get away.” I just wasn’t worth the trip.
