Chapter 1

The day I was crushed to death by a semi-truck, my husband was busy walking his childhood sweetheart to her new job.

He wouldn't even pick up my emergency calls!

At the crash site, he wrapped his arm around her, looked at my mangled, bloody body, and said, "I wish it was Chloe who died. Then she'd finally stop annoying me."

Later, my best friend crashed his engagement party to find me, but he turned around and reported my dead body to the police!

*Bang!*

I felt my soul rip out of my body. Suddenly, a crowd of bystanders swarmed the street.

I turned around. Sure enough, there was another "me" lying on the cold asphalt.

I desperately tried to throw myself back into my body, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't merge with it.

Then the police arrived. They pronounced me dead on the spot.

"Chief, I found a phone next to the victim!"

"Call her family! Tell them to come and claim the body!"

Before I could watch any longer, a strange force suddenly dragged me away.

When I opened my eyes again, I was standing right next to Ethan. He was gently helping his childhood sweetheart, Vivian, out of his car.

So, while I was being crushed to death, he was with Vivian the entire time.

Why could he be so incredibly gentle to her, yet tell me to go die over the phone?

"Ethan, you got what you wanted. The moment you hung up on me, I actually died."

Suddenly, Ethan’s phone lit up. But the moment he saw my contact name, he swiped decline without a second thought.

"Ethan, pick up the phone! I’ve been in a car crash!"

"Pick up, Ethan! I'm dead!" No matter how hysterically I screamed and thrashed beside him, he didn't react at all.

Only then did it hit me. I was just a ghost. No one here could see or hear me, including Ethan...

Vivian trembled and threw herself into Ethan’s arms. "Ethan, I'm so scared. There looks like a horrible accident up ahead."

His phone rang again. This time, Ethan shut it off completely, his expression ice-cold.

He held Vivian close, looking over at the bloody crash site in the distance, and muttered, "I wish it was Chloe who died. Then she'd finally stop annoying me."

It turned out that after five years together, he hated me this much. He truly wished for my death.

I froze. The bitter smile on my face slowly faded, and my heart turned to ash.

"You got your wish, Ethan! The person dead in that crash is me! I'll never bother you again!"

I watched the paramedics lift my body into the ambulance.

I wanted to go with them, to accompany my physical self on her final journey, but that weird, magnetic pull kept me locked right by Ethan’s side.

Actually, when Ethan and I first got married, we were very close.

Back then, Ethan was twenty-five, fresh out of college. To secure his grip on Carter Group, he agreed to the family-pressured marriage between the Vance and Carter families.

But as the Vance family's business declined, Ethan’s attitude toward me grew colder by the day.

Hoping for a peaceful ending, I had prepared a beautiful dinner yesterday and went to his office to celebrate his birthday with him one last time.

But the moment I stepped inside, Ethan grabbed me by the neck and slammed me against the wall.

"Chloe, what right do you have to come to my company? Stop acting so pathetic! If my mother hadn't forced me to marry you, a cheap girl like you wouldn't even be fit to wipe my shoes!"

He let go of me and practically threw me out the door.

"I’m giving you one last day. Pack your trash and get out of my house!"

Just before the heavy oak door slammed shut, his cold words pierced my heart one last time.

"And if you know what’s good for you, sign those divorce papers immediately!"

Recalling this, a bitter laugh escaped my lips. I reached up to wipe away tears that could no longer fall.

"Ethan, did you know? I already signed the divorce papers yesterday. The doctor told me I have leukemia. I only had a few days left anyway."