Even though I had died, my soul drifted in this world. I thought death would finally free me from Seraphine. However, for some reason, my spirit lingered near her.

I drifted up to the 60th floor of Heeta International, Seraphine's company.

After her parents died in a car accident, she took over the business.

Her secretary handed her a cup of coffee. I floated in behind her into the office. "Ms. Evans, the video conference with Willer starts at 9:30. The briefing documents are already on your desk."

Seraphine gave a slight nod. That was when I noticed something missing—her wedding ring.

Even though she had always kept her distance from me, she had never taken off the ring. Now, her left ring finger was bare, save for a faint red imprint where the band used to be.

Right. We were divorced now. There was no reason for her to wear it anymore. Still, a sudden ache assaulted my chest. I didn't expect to feel anything after death.

Around noon, I glanced at the time out of habit. For five years, I had shown up at her office every day like clockwork to bring her lunch. However, today, I wasn't there.

Her secretary, Helen Jones, seemed to realize something was off and ordered takeout for Seraphine.

30 minutes later, lunch arrived. "Ms. Evans, you should eat something." Helen placed the food on her desk and left.

Seraphine finished up her work, then opened the lunchbox. She took one bite before frowning, as if something tasted wrong. She ate a few more bites and then set it aside.

Her phone vibrated on the desk. I glanced at the screen and immediately recognized the caller. Without so much as a glance at the screen, she picked up the call, still focused on the documents in front of her.

"Seraphine, are you off work yet?" the man's voice came through.

She glanced at the screen, her lips curving faintly. "Yeah, almost."

"Let's have dinner tonight," the man suggested.

She looked down at the stack of files and said softly, "Okay."

She sped up, flipping through the rest of the documents before leaving the office.

That evening, Seraphine's car pulled up at the Haequinn Hotel from a distance. Jack Burton adjusted his blazer and smiled as he waited for her to step out. "Seraphine."

She walked toward him. "Have you been waiting long?"

"No," he said, slinging an arm around her shoulders like it was second nature. "I just got here."

She stiffened slightly at his touch, but the moment passed quickly.

The two of them headed into the restaurant on the hotel's third floor.

Jack pulled out her chair like a gentleman and ordered a few dishes she liked.

I felt bitterly amused. She had never once picked up a single bite for me.

Whenever I placed food into her bowl and looked at her, hoping for some warmth, she would shoot me down coldly. "Hayden, have some self-respect. Stop trying so hard."

Jack looked like he was in a good mood. The smile never left his face.

Course after course of beautifully plated food arrived, and he kept his manners in check, occasionally placing a few things on her plate.

Seraphine looked up and asked gently, "Are you feeling any better?"

So, she could be caring, just not when it came to me.

He kept cutting into his steak and replied casually, "Much better. It's just my stomach acting up, the usual stuff. As long as I eat on time, I'm fine."

"I can't remember if you had stomach problems back in school," she said.

His knife paused mid-slice as he lifted his gaze to meet hers. "Back then, you were always looking after me. I never had the chance to fall sick."

She looked away. "Is she not taking good care of you?"

Jack set down his utensils, his brows tightening. "Hayden stole five years of your life. And I forced myself to stay with someone else for those five years. But we both know that feelings can't be forced. We've always loved each other. If it weren't for Hayden, we could've been together long ago."

Right. It was all my fault. Now that I was finally gone, they could be together again.

Seraphine seemed to remember everything that had happened five years ago, and guilt flickered across her face. "I'm sorry. I let you down."

He stood up and walked over to her, leaning in. "No. You did nothing wrong. It was Hayden and his powerful family. Back then, we had nothing. We couldn't fight back."

His gaze settled on her face, finally drifting to her lips. Slowly, he leaned in.

In a flash, she turned her head, dodging his kiss. I couldn't help but wonder what went through her mind at that moment. Why did she react like that?

Was it because she remembered what I used to say?

"After we get married, stay away from other men. They never mean well. I'm the only one who truly loves you."

I shook my head. Who was I kidding? As if she ever cared about what I thought.

He froze, awkwardness flashing across his face as he straightened up. "Sorry. That was out of line. I forgot that you were married."

"We're divorced," she said while her fingers instinctively brushed the base of her ring finger. The wedding ring she'd worn for five years was gone, but the faint indentation remained.

He was shocked. "You're serious? Are you really divorced?" However, I caught the way the corners of his mouth curved just for a second.

She stood up and gently pulled him back into his seat. "Yeah. It's over," she said softly.

He covered her hand with his and grinned. "That's amazing news, Seraphine. You don't have to force yourself to be with him anymore." He gripped her hand tightly. "This is worth celebrating."

"It's not that big of a deal. There's no need to celebrate," she replied coolly.

"Of course, we have to celebrate!" he said, raising his voice. "I've waited five years for this day, Seraphine. For me, can we please just enjoy this moment?"

Looking at the joy on his face, she didn't want to disappoint him. So, she went along with it.

The eighth floor of the Haequinn Hotel was home to a private club known as the Golden Den. It was a popular gathering place for Accanne's wealthiest socialites.

After dinner, Seraphine and Jack headed upstairs.

I hadn't intended to follow as I didn't want to see them being lovey-dovey, but my soul moved on its own, trailing them helplessly.

When we reached the eighth floor, they happened to run into Seraphine's friends and a few men drinking in one of the private rooms. Without hesitation, Jack pulled her into the room with him.

The deafening bass thumped through the walls as Jack draped his arm casually around her shoulders as if announcing to the world that she belonged to him.

The ladies laughed, clinked glasses, and filled them again just as quickly. Before long, Seraphine was too drunk to stand on her own.

Her world spun as she squinted at her watch and muttered, "It's midnight already. I need to go home. Hayden never lets me stay out late. It's annoying how controlling he is!"

Jack, who had stayed close to her all night, clearly caught her slurred complaints. His expression darkened slightly, but he kept his arm around her waist, gently saying, "Seraphine, you're divorced now. No one's holding you back anymore, so you don't have to follow anyone's rules. You can drink, stay out late, and do whatever you want."

"Divorced?" Seraphine closed her eyes and gave a bitter laugh. "Right. We're divorced now. We're divorced…"

Yes, we were divorced, and she looked so happy now. I loved her for so many years, and not once did she ever return even the slightest bit of that love.

She swayed as someone handed her another drink, and she downed it in one go. A bit of the liquor trickled from the corner of her mouth, sliding down the curve of her neck.

Jack's eyes darkened as he stared at her, eyes burning with desire. He swallowed hard at the sight of her. "Alright, that's enough," he said, finally stepping in to block more drinks being pushed her way. "She's had too much. I'll take her to bed."

With that, he helped Seraphine out of the room.

She didn't resist, following him in silence as they rode the elevator up to the 60th floor.

"Here, watch your step." He guided her to the door of one of the rooms, pulling out a room card that he had clearly prepared in advance.

"Go on in," he said.

Was I really about to watch them getting intimate, right in front of me? That felt far too cruel.

Inside, Jack helped her onto the bed and bent down to take off her coat. However, just as he reached out, Seraphine suddenly sat up and pushed him away. Her clear eyes were unreadable.

He froze before asking carefully, "What's wrong?"

"I'll get another room," she said, rising to her feet. Her head spun, and she staggered, nearly losing her balance. She stumbled to the door and happened to bump into the floor manager in the hallway.

After the quick word, the manager got her a room. Without looking back, she walked into the new room alone and shut the door behind her. I didn't understand what she was doing. Wasn't this the moment she had been waiting for?

Across the hall, Jack's warm gaze turned cold and then simmered into a quiet rage.

He muttered under his breath, "She's already divorced, and she's still keeping herself untouched for him?"

The next morning, he had composed himself, wearing the same polished smile he always did. He wrapped an arm around Seraphine and escorted her down to the lobby from the 60th floor.

As soon as they stepped into the hotel lobby, they ran into a familiar face.