My Ghost Haunted My Husband for 7 Years Chapter 11
Tyler held the diary in his hands, his entire body shaking.
He’d thought she died because of that phone call. Because she was in shock and ran into traffic
without thinking. But that wasn’t it at all.
She’d already been at her breaking point.
Losing the first child. His coldness. His betrayal. One thing after another, piling up until it crushed
her. That phone call was just the final straw.
It was him. He was the one who’d pushed her to the edge.
Tyler clutched the diary and sank to the floor, sobbing like a child.
“I’m sorry…” he kept saying, over and over. “Louisa, I’m so sorry…”
“I was wrong. I was so wrong…”
“Come back… hit me, curse me, do whatever you want-just don’t leave me alone…”
Only dead silence answered him.
From that day on, Tyler moved out of the master bedroom. He slept in the guest room.
Because the master bedroom was thick with the residue of where she’d faded away, and he couldn’t
breathe in there.
But the guest room wasn’t any better.
Every corner of the estate held some trace of her.
He saw her cooking in the kitchen, saw her watching TV in the living room, and saw her watering the flowers in the garden.
Everywhere he went, she was there. He couldn’t escape.
He couldn’t escape anywhere.
So Tyler moved into the office. But that was worse.
She used to bring him afternoon tea, and the reception desk, the elevator, and the sofa in his office all bore traces of her.
He couldn’t get away. There was nowhere to go.
One evening, Tyler was working late at the office. Daniel came in with documents, hesitated, then
finally spoke up: “Mr. Harrison… Miss Price… Edith Price is getting married.”
Tyler’s hand paused over the papers. “Mm.”
“He’s a doctor. Treats her well.”
“Got it.”
Daniel shot him a look, seemed like he wanted to say more, but thought better of it and backed out.
Tyler leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.
Edith was getting married. Good. She was a good woman, deserved better than him.
He’d wasted so many of her years.
He used to think he and Edith were meant to be. Same background, childhood friends, everyone said they belonged together. So he believed it too.
But later, he understood-they were childhood friends, sure. But that wasn’t love. It was habit. Dependence. Everyone told you it was right, so you believed it.
What did real love feel like?
It was your heart racing when you saw her. It was wanting to give her the best the world had to offer.
It was being stubborn as hell but still unable to stop watching her every move.
It was realizing-after you’d lost her-that your whole world had collapsed.
The tragedy was, he understood it way too late.
Days passed.
Slowly, Tyler got used to being alone.
He got used to the empty chair across the table. Got used to the empty space beside him in bed. Got
used to turning around and finding nothing there.
He gathered all of Louisa’s design sketches and found the best team he could to turn them into a
jewelry collection.
He named the collection “Louisa.”
The day it launched, it caused a stir across the jewelry world. Everyone was asking who this talented
designer “Louisa” was.
Only Tyler knew that designer would never create another piece again.
He donated all the proceeds. He built dozens of schools in Louisa’s name. Every single one was
called “Louisa Elementary.”
The psychic had said that doing good deeds could earn her some good karma, which might help her
come back to a better life next time.
Even though her soul was obliterated, and there might not even be a reincarnation left for her.
Still, he had to do it.
It was the only thing he could do for her anymore.
