My Ghost Haunted My Husband for 7 Years Chapter 02
Tyler was silent for a long time before he spoke. “What’s the second wish?”
I thought for a moment, then said, “The Carter family’s estate was auctioned off when my father went bankrupt.”
“Buy it back for me. Restore it exactly the way it was when my father lived there.”
Tyler’s expression was unreadable, but he finally nodded. “Fine.”
He kept his word. The moment he got back to the States, he set things in motion. The current owner of the estate refused to sell at first, so Tyler tripled the offer. Finally, the owner signed on the dotted line right away.
The day the restoration was finished, he walked out the front gate and turned to me. “Go ahead. What’s your last wish.”
I studied his sharp, cold profile and said slowly, “Third wish, find our marriage license and burn it. In front of me.”
Tyler froze for a split second, then let out a harsh laugh. “You’ve been dead two years. The license is useless anyway. What’s the point of burning it?”
“I never got a divorce while I was alive. Now that I’m dead, I’m finally going to get closure.”
“It’s in your home office’s safe. At the very bottom.”
He frowned, clenching his fists.
That was when Edith’s call came in. Her voice was soft and sweet.
“Tyler, can you take me to the hospital? I think I’m pregnant.”
The wind carried every word clearly. My ghost form went rigid.
Tyler’s face changed instantly. He shot to his feet. “Wait there. I’m on my way.”
He drove straight to Edith’s apartment, and I was yanked along by some invisible force, following to the hospital.
While we waited for the results, I floated in midair and watched Edith look at Tyler with her eyes full of affection.
“Tyler, do you prefer a boy or a girl?”
“I like girls. Let’s call her Peanut. Sounds cute and smart.”
I jolted.
Peanut. That was the nickname Tyler and I had picked for the baby we lost. Back then, we always called the baby our little peanut, and the name just stuck.
Tyler’s expression froze too. He looked up at me instinctively.
I let out a cold laugh. “Tell her to pick another name. This one will bring you bad luck.”
Tyler stared at me, started to say something, then swallowed it back.
He turned to Edith. “Let’s call her Ann. So she grows up safe and sound.”
But their hopes never came true.
The test results came back. Edith wasn’t pregnant. It was a false pregnancy.
On the way back, watching Edith’s disappointed face, Tyler tried to comfort her.
“Don’t rush it. Just let things unfold naturally.”
Edith nodded, then suddenly asked, “Tyler, I heard your ex-wife died in a car accident? And she was pregnant?”
“Does that… ever make you afraid to have kids?”
She’d brought me up out of nowhere.
Tyler’s eyes flickered, then he gave a faint smile. “Why would it?”
“That was an accident. She was distracted while crossing the road. Just bad luck. No one else to blame.”
They say the dead don’t have hearts anymore. But hearing those words, my heart still ached.
Like a rusted knife, carving into flesh that no longer existed.
Yeah. My luck really was terrible.
Lost my mother as a kid. My father left early too. Thought I’d finally found a home but then I died at twenty-four, with nothing left.
