Lizzy
The day we moved into the run-down apartment, I started seeing comments floating in the air.
They said my husband, Ethan Grant, was the male lead in a tragic romance novel.
And I was his first wife, the one who died young.
The woman he'd once loved deeply and could never get over.
The comments told me what would happen after I died: Ethan would spend years unable to move on.
His grief would last until a woman named Chloe appeared.
She was gentle and cheerful, like a ray of sunshine breaking through the darkness in his life.
Chloe would be the one to finally help Ethan move on from my death and find happiness again.
I stared blankly at the words floating before my eyes.
Maybe I should let him go.