My Ghost Haunted My Husband for 7 Years Chapter 03
I floated up to the roof of the car, unwilling to watch the tender scene inside any longer.
After Tyler dropped Edith off at her place, he suddenly called my name.
“Louisa Carter… have you seen our two children since you died?”
I froze.
When I first woke up as a ghost in the villa, I’d hoped to see them too. But the empty mansion held only me—a solitary soul drifting through its halls.
I shook my head. “No.”
Tyler nodded and didn’t ask again.
Back at the villa, I urged him to open the safe in his home office. The passcode was our wedding anniversary.
I hovered in front of the safe, hesitated, then added, “It’s been so long. You probably forgot it.”
“June eighteenth.”
“I remember it.”
Tyler cut me off, his fingers moving smoothly over the keypad as he punched in the code.
The safe door swung open, revealing everything inside.
Nothing of great value, just the odds and ends from my past life.
A box of old books. My design sketches. Two yellowed ultrasound reports.
And, at the very bottom, two marriage licenses.
Tyler picked them up, his thumb tracing the edge of the paper. His eyes churned with something dark and bitter.
“Are you that desperate to cut all ties with me? And you even burn our marriage certificate now that you’re dead?”
I didn’t explain. I just said flatly, “Burn it.”
Tyler held the licenses tight, not moving. After a long moment, he lifted his eyes to me, full of disbelief. “Why? Did my family treat you that badly?”
I thought about it, then let out a bitter laugh.
“Didn’t you? Was it pushing me to give up my studies so I could stay home and be Mrs. Harrison?”
“Or was it when I was pregnant and you made me come drink with your clients, and we lost our first child?”
Saying it out loud, I realized I hadn’t forgotten a single one of the grievances I’d swallowed while I was alive.
Tyler’s face went rigid. Before he could respond, the house phone rang. It was his mother.
“Is that jinxed woman’s business handled yet?”
Tyler glanced at me and said flatly, “Almost.”
Through the receiver, I could still make out Philippa Harrison’s sharp, cutting voice.
“She was trouble enough when she was alive. Now she won’t even stay in her grave. Get rid of her already.”
“The day after tomorrow will be October seventh, a perfect day for getting the marriage license. Get it done, and then you can get the license with Edith.”
Tyler said “Fine” and hung up.
He didn’t hesitate any longer. He pulled out a lighter and, right in front of me, set both marriage licenses on fire.
The papers curled, blackened, and finally turned to ash.
The weight that had been pressing on my heart for years finally lifted. I felt lighter than I had in a long time.
“Oh, and since all three wishes are done, when are you planning to send me off?”
Tyler’s hand paused. His voice dropped a notch. “Tomorrow.”
The next day, Tyler went back to the estate.
The moment we walked through the gate, I saw a working altar set up in the middle of the garden, laid out with a ritual bell and a crystal amulet.
I’d seen this exact setup not long ago.
Back then, he’d used it so he could see me.
Now, he was using it to get rid of me forever.
