Haunting The Husband Who Ignored My Pleas

The bomb strapped to my chest had less than a minute on the timer. I called my husband, begging him to save me. "Kevin, please. This is real. I'm going to die." But Kevin just sighed, his voice dripping with annoyance. "Stop the drama, Michelle. Violet is having a panic attack because her cat is stuck in a tree. I don't have time for your jealousy games." He hung up. Moments later, the warehouse exploded, and I was gone. But I didn't cross over. My spirit was tethered to Kevin, an invisible spectator to his life. I watched him roll his eyes at my mother’s frantic calls. I watched him perform the autopsy on my charred body, convinced I was actually hiding in a hotel to punish him. It wasn't until he returned to the blast site and found my wedding ring in the ash that he finally broke. He fell to his knees, screaming my name. I thought his remorse would free me. But then he discovered the truth: Violet had orchestrated my murder. He cornered her, his grief mutating into a violent, obsidian hatred. I tried to drift away, but the invisible chain binding me to him suddenly tightened, crushing my soul. I realized with absolute horror that the truth hadn't set me free. His hatred was an anchor, heavier than his love ever was. I wasn't just a ghost anymore. I was his haunting, and I was never leaving.

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Chapter 3

Michelle POV

The morgue was a sterile box of steel and silence, reeking of formaldehyde and the metallic tang of dried blood. It was Kevin’s kingdom.

My body lay exposed on the stainless steel table. They had cleaned off the debris, leaving only the devastating truth of the damage.

I hovered near the ceiling, a silent spectator tethered to the room. I couldn't look away. I was forced to witness my own autopsy, performed by the man who thought I was currently sleeping soundly in a hotel room.

Kevin switched on the voice recorder, the red light blinking like a singular, unblinking eye. "Autopsy of Jane Doe. Case number 4928. External examination reveals extensive blast injuries."

His scalpel moved with terrifying precision. He was a brilliant pathologist. As a man, he was morally bankrupt, but with a blade in his hand, he was an artist.

He worked in silence for a while, peeling back the layers of the woman I used to be.

Then, he paused.

His hand froze mid-air. He leaned in closer, his brow furrowing above his mask.

"William," he called out. His voice was different. Tighter.

William hurried over, snapping to attention. "Yeah?"

"Look at the uterus," Kevin said. He used the forceps to point. "Enlarged. Thickened lining."

William squinted under the harsh exam lights. "Is that...?"

"A gestational sac," Kevin confirmed. He stood up straight, stripping off his bloody gloves with a sharp snap. "She was pregnant. About eight weeks, I'd guess."

The room spun around me.

Pregnant.

I didn't know.

I looked down at my ruined stomach. A baby. We had a baby. Sudden flashes of memory bombarded me—the overwhelming fatigue, the missed period I had dismissed as the byproduct of a stressful month. I had been carrying a life inside me while he was busy chasing Violet's cat.

A wave of grief hit me, heavier than the bomb that had killed me. I curled into a ball in the air, sobbing silent, dry tears. *I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, little one.*

"That's tragic," William whispered. "Two lives."

Kevin sighed, a sound of clinical exhaustion rather than sorrow. He ran a hand over his face. "Yeah. It's sad."

"Just sad?" William asked, a hint of judgment seeping into his tone.

"It happens, William. Wrong place, wrong time. Some poor bastard is going to wake up tomorrow and realize he lost his girlfriend and his kid. But that's not our problem. Our problem is identifying her so we can tell him."

*You are the guy, Kevin!* I screamed, my voice soundless against the tiled walls. *It's your kid!*

He walked over to the sink to wash his hands. He looked at his reflection in the metal dispenser. He didn't look sad. He looked tired.

"Get the DNA samples to the lab ASAP," Kevin ordered. "I want this closed."

His phone rang on the counter. The screen lit up with a picture of a golden retriever. *Violet.*

His face softened instantly. The professional mask dropped, replaced by a tenderness I hadn't seen in years.

"Hey, Vi," he answered, drying his hands. "Yeah, I'm almost done. Are you okay? Did you drink the tea I told you to?"

I floated closer, listening to her voice, tinny and small through the speaker.

"I'm scared, Kevin," she whined. "I had a nightmare about Daniel. Can you come over?"

"I'll be there in twenty minutes," he promised, his voice dripping with reassurance. "Don't cry. I've got you."

He hung up.

Immediately, the phone rang again. This time, the screen said *Joyce*. My mother.

Kevin groaned, the sound vibrating with irritation. He rolled his eyes so hard it looked painful.

"Ignore," he muttered, silencing the call with a dismissive swipe.

"Boss, isn't that Michelle's mom?" William asked. "She's called the station three times asking for you."

"She's hysterical because Michelle isn't answering her phone," Kevin said, grabbing his car keys. "They feed off each other's drama. If I answer, I'll be on the phone for an hour listening to them cry about how mistreated Michelle is. I have real problems to deal with."

"But the news report..." William hesitated, shifting his weight. "They released the description of the victim's height and weight. It matches Michelle."

Kevin paused at the door. He looked back at my body on the table.

For a second, just a split second, doubt flickered in his eyes.

Then he shook his head. "Michelle is 5'6. This body is... well, it's hard to measure exactly with the trauma. Besides, Michelle is terrified of fire. She wouldn't go near an old warehouse. She's fine, William. Stop trying to make this a soap opera."

He walked out, the heavy door clicking shut behind him.

The invisible chain yanked me hard. I was dragged through the wall, leaving my body and my unborn child alone in the cold dark.

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On our sixth anniversary, I found my fiancé Carter had given my grandmother's heirloom locket to his "fragile" colleague, Carmen. When I confronted him, he slapped me across the face. He then dragged me out into the snow, forcing me to my knees to apologize to Carmen for upsetting her. The stress and his violence triggered a miscarriage. I was losing our baby right there at his feet. He never even noticed the blood staining the snow. He was too busy comforting the woman he chose over me and our child. I left that night and never looked back. Three years later, after building a new life and a successful bakery, he showed up on my doorstep, a ghost of a man, dying of cancer. He collapsed, coughing up blood at my feet, begging for a forgiveness I no longer had to give.

Horror Romance

9.7

He Came Back, I Broke Him

9.7

Eighteen months ago, the man I loved shattered my heart, claiming everything between us was a mistake. Now, he's back, a ghost of his former self, a rookie tryout in my pro esports team. And I will make him regret crawling back. Clifton, captain of a legendary esports team, was secretly battling a severe wrist injury that threatened his career, every match a fight against his own body. He pushed through the pain, ignoring doctors' warnings, desperate to maintain his god-like status. His world was already on the edge, but nothing prepared him for seeing Justice Terry again in the team basement. Justice, pale and trembling, his eyes wide with naked terror, was now a rookie tryout. Clifton had spent a year and a half trying to forget that rainy Chicago alley, the raw revulsion in Justice's eyes, the whispered "it wasn't real" that had left him heartbroken. Justice had vanished, and Clifton had erased every trace. Now, the boy who once looked at him like he was the sun was back, flinching at his touch, displaying a deep, primal fear. Amidst sponsor pressure and whispers of being "washed," Clifton saw Justice's return as a chance for vengeance. He publicly humiliated Justice on a live stream, forcing him into a suicide mission, then coldly benched him. Yet, the satisfaction never came. Instead, a hollow emptiness and a torrent of questions: What had truly happened in the past? Why was Justice here, and what trauma had carved such fear into his bones? Clifton, unwilling to be fooled again, swore to uncover every secret and every lie. He would force Justice to explain why he had returned, even if it meant tearing down everything they both had left.

Action Horror LGBT+Mystery

7.2

I Claim You, Mate

7.2

"I reject you as my mate, Omega." his angry voice growled, shocking me. "I-Is this because I am your stepsister now?" I asked, feeling an unfamiliar pain in my chest. He scoffed at me, gave me a glare, and replied, "Even if you weren't my stepsister, I would never accept you as my mate. Because you are ugly, weak, and vulnerable." I fell to my knees as tears streamed from my eyes. All I wanted was to die from the shame and pain of rejection. - Elara was a young omega whose fate collided with her two Alpha stepbrothers. She found herself trapped between them. The Kingston brothers, Trevor and Kevin, were the dream of every girl. Kevin was wild and aggressive while Trevor was cold and calculative. They were the two dominant Alpha brothers who possessed everything other boys desired. But when fate connected Elara with one of them, they rejected her. When she chose the other one, the rejected mate wanted her back. They had no idea that their one wrong decision would set off a chain reaction of feelings. This is a tale of a love triangle, shocking betrayal, and the unexpected path from hate to love.

Horror Romance Werewolf

8.3

My Faked Death, His Endless Torment

8.3

I was dying from a mysterious illness, but my family, including my fiancé King, dismissed me as a drama queen. At my adopted sister Isabel' s promotion party, my body finally gave out and I collapsed, coughing up blood. Instead of helping, King accused me of ruining Isabel's big night. He tore up my terminal diagnosis report right in front of me, sneering that I'd do anything for attention. Completely broken, I annulled our engagement and fled to a rundown motel to die alone. But Isabel found me. With a triumphant smile, she confessed everything-she had been slowly poisoning me for years, a plot to steal my health, my family's love, and King himself. She had no idea her entire monstrous confession was being recorded by a device left in the room. I sent that audio file to everyone and, with the help of a kind stranger, faked my own death. Years later, I had a new life, a new name, and a quiet peace I never thought possible. Then one day, a broken, haunted man walked into my seaside café, clutching a faded photo of me. It was King.

Horror Modern Romance

9.6

Possessed By The Mogul's Dark Will

9.6

I was his possession. The entire world knew that Jackson Walters, the ruthless tech mogul, had destroyed my life to claim me. Then he brought home his new intern, Kaila, and sat me down. "I've decided," he said casually, "I want you both." When I fought back, he dragged me to a remote warehouse to teach me a lesson. My parents were bound and gagged, suspended by ropes over a massive, grumbling wood chipper. He gave me ten seconds to accept Kaila, or he'd drop them. "I agree!" I screamed in surrender. But it was too late. A frayed rope snapped, and I watched my parents plunge into the machine's grinding teeth. The horror of it all killed me. But when I opened my eyes again, I was back in his bed. The date on my phone was the day he brought Kaila home. This time, I wouldn't fight him. I would be his perfect, obedient wife. And while he was distracted, I would fake my own death and disappear forever.

Action Horror Romance

8.4

She Carved Into My Face On Anniversary Day

8.4

On their anniversary, a man is drugged and bound by his wife, who proceeds to carve a horrifying pattern into his face. After this brutal assault, she vanishes without a trace. As the victim struggles to recover from the physical and mental trauma, he begins to uncover the terrifying truth behind her hidden identity. What seemed like a happy marriage becomes a descent into a nightmare where every memory of his spouse is a lie.

Horror Modern Mystery

Haunting The Husband Who Ignored My Pleas

Chapter 3

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