My Dead Husband Has Opinions

On our wedding night, my husband, Ralph Raymond, dropped dead in our bed and left me hundreds of millions.

Naturally, everyone told me to remarry while I was still young.

Even my best friend secretly set me up with a guy.

Broad shoulders. Slim waist. Not as hot or rich as Ralph, but young, sweet, and always there.

Then he proposed.

And glowing messages blew up in front of my face.

[Do NOT say yes! Lila set this whole thing up! She knows Ralph's ghost is still right beside you!]

[The second you take that ring, everyone will call you a gold digger and a cheating liar!]