Chapter 1 The Day I Died

The night Tracy Miles set off fireworks for Caleb Wade in Seatown, I lay in the bathtub and slit my wrists.

I died. However, my soul still lingered.

Floating above my body, I stared at my pale face and suddenly had no idea where to go.

Outside, fireworks still lit up the sky.

Tracy had arranged the entire show for Caleb. To celebrate his birthday, she spent a fortune and used her influence to make an exception in Seatown, where fireworks were banned.

As I drifted in the air, I wanted to see Tracy one last time.

When I found her, she wore a white wedding dress, leaning against Caleb and gently kissing the corner of his mouth.

Beneath the dazzling fireworks, her cheeks were flushed. She held him tightly, as if he were a precious treasure she had lost and finally found again.

"Caleb, this is my wish. I've always wanted you to see me in a wedding dress."

Tracy was usually cold and distant. Only with Caleb did her eyes show any warmth.

Under the fireworks, they gazed into each other's eyes. They looked like a perfect couple deeply in love.

Although I had seen this scene countless times, my heart still ached.

Ever since Caleb returned to the country, Tracy had stayed in touch with him. She came home less often, and she grew colder toward me. Her eyes were filled with disgust whenever she looked at me.

I knew she blamed me for standing in the way of their reunion.

However, she couldn't rashly ask for a divorce because our families were business partners. So, whenever Caleb called, she rushed to his side.

I wasn't happy about his presence either.

Whenever we argued, she would glare at me in disgust and say, "Caleb once saved my life. What's wrong with me taking care of him? Don't forget that Caleb and I wouldn't have broken up if it weren't for you. We're just friends now. Can you stop judging our relationship with such a dirty mind?"

If I kept complaining, Tracy would fall silent. Eventually, she would sigh and say, "We're already married, Dennis. What are you worried about? Caleb is sick, and I'm only looking after him because we used to be close. If you can't accept that, then let's get divorced."

Whenever she said that, I didn't dare say another word. All I could do was watch her flutter around Caleb like a butterfly.

As I thought about it, my chest ached again.

'Can ghosts feel heartache too?' I wondered, pressing a hand to my chest while looking at them.