The little boy ghost told me his name was Eddie Lang. He'd died not too long ago, and since no family had come to claim him, his soul had stayed at the hospital.

We ran into quite a few people who had already passed on in different corners of the hospital. They all seemed to have forgotten they were dead and rushed around like they used to when they were alive.

Some ghosts crouched, smoking with gloomy looks on their faces. Some stood among the crowd, staring blankly at everything around them. I even spotted the ghost of a security guard. He stood ramrod straight in the lobby, taking his job seriously. He greeted every person who passed by, saluting them one by one.

But no one could see him, so of course no one responded.

My chest suddenly tightened. I didn't know why, but out of nowhere, I thought of my relationship with Anthony over the years.

He'd always treated me like this, too—like I wasn't even there. From the time he dumped the dinner I'd spent two hours cooking straight into the trash, to all the times I literally used my own blood to keep his precious true love alive…

All these years, no matter how much I did, he never once really saw me. Unlike these ghosts, he watched my sincerity and devotion to him get trampled right in front of his eyes.

While I was lost in thought, a man suddenly walked straight through the security guard's body. I froze when I saw that familiar figure. It was my husband, Anthony.

He was tall and lean, with striking features. He wore handmade leather shoes and a perfectly tailored suit, his whole vibe cold and unapproachable. Even in the middle of the crowd, he looked sharp and dazzling.

However, he had a dark look on his face, clearly displeased.

Eddie and I followed Anthony. He was making a call, and I saw my own number on the screen. Was he trying to call me?

Because the nurse had ultimately failed to reach him, my phone had already been taken to the storage room. By now, the battery was probably dead.

Sure enough, the call didn't go through. The look on Anthony's face turned uglier as he fired off a text. "Willow Shore, you have three minutes. Get to the hospital right now. If you're not here by then, be prepared to face the consequences!"

Next to me, Eddie clasped his hands to his chest, looking starry-eyed. "Whoa, he's a total domineering CEO. He's so cool."

I let out a self-deprecating laugh. "Yeah."

To me, Anthony had always been cool. His gentle side was reserved entirely for Maisie.

Eddie and I watched as Anthony walked into the room next door. It was the most luxurious private suite in the entire hospital. Maisie lay on the bed inside, thin and frail, her face pale. She had that delicate, fragile look that made people instinctively want to protect her.

"Tony, you're back. Did you manage to get in touch with Willow?"

"Her phone's off," Anthony replied, clenching his jaw.

Maisie's face turned even paler. "Don't be mad at her. I know she's always hated me all these years. She thinks I stole you from her. But how can I control who I fall in love with? I'm sorry about this, but I genuinely love you. I just… I couldn't watch you be with her.

"Can you promise me something? Will you divorce her before I die? Back then, I was forced to stay abroad and couldn't come back. Ever since then, I've been terrified of being alone…"

Her voice broke.

Anthony pulled her into his arms, stopping her from saying anything else. His voice was gentle and soothing as he said, "You're going to be fine. Other hospitals have blood banks, too. I've already sent people to get more of your blood type.

"And don't worry about Willow. Even if I have to turn this city upside down, I'll drag her out from wherever she's hiding."

The moment he mentioned me, his expression frosted over again. That was how he had always been with me—aloof, cold, and contemptuous.

Eddie was moved to tears. "They've got such an amazing relationship."

I smiled. "Uh-huh. I'd agree with you if that man weren't my husband."

His brain short-circuited, even forgetting to cry.

"S-Sorry," he said in a small voice, seemingly scrambling to figure out how to comfort me.

"It's fine. I accepted this long ago."

Anthony's coldness, cruelty, and torment of me over the years couldn't be summed up in a few words. I'd already stopped caring.

But for some reason, something in me still shifted. It felt like there was a nameless fire lodged in my chest, and it was burning hotter and hotter.

Bang!

The ceiling light suddenly exploded. Maisie shrieked and threw herself straight into Anthony's arms. I was left stunned.

Next to me, Eddie gave me a thumbs-up. "Nice one. Scare the living daylights out of them."

I had no idea what had just happened, so I tried it again. But this time, nothing in the room changed.

"I'll go get someone to fix this," Anthony said as he stood up, gently nudging Maisie away.

She immediately wrapped her arms around him again. "Tony, don't go anywhere. I'm scared of the dark."

Anthony froze, his whole body going rigid for a good 30 seconds before he finally seemed to snap out of it. He ruffled her hair with obvious affection. "Okay. I won't go anywhere. I'll just get someone to clean up this broken glass first."

Only then did he leave the room.

A dull ache spread through my heart. I was scared of the dark, too.

When a burglar broke into the villa one night, I curled up under the bed in the darkness, too afraid to turn on the lights. I kept calling and texting Anthony, begging him to come home, but his response had been ice-cold.

"Can you stop being so dramatic, Willow?" he'd snarled.

I had no idea how I even got through that night. All I knew was that after that, I never once mentioned that I was scared in front of Anthony again.

Once Anthony was gone, Maisie was left alone in the hospital room. She sat up, watching his back as he walked away. The corners of her lips curled into a smug smile. There wasn't a trace of weakness left on her face.

"It's okay, Tony. I'm not in a rush. You'll be mine sooner or later," she whispered.

Eddie's eyes went wide, clearly scared by her two-faced act.

I was used to it, though. I knew Maisie wasn't actually sick. She just wanted an excuse for Anthony to torment me. Seeing me in agony and as good as dead made her happy.

I'd told Anthony about her secret after figuring it out, but he hadn't believed me. Or maybe it was more accurate to say that he wanted to torture me, too.

Anthony's parents knew that he couldn't let go of Maisie. To force him to marry me, they'd had her shipped off overseas. Because of that, to Anthony, I was the one who'd ruined Maisie's life. So whenever she felt the slightest bit "unwell", he would take it out on me and make sure I was miserable.

After his parents died, I tried to get a divorce, but he refused. He'd shoved the marriage contract in my face and demanded I pay a 20-million-dollar penalty for breaching it.

Thankfully, I'd died. I had nothing to worry about anymore. The one who needed to worry… was Maisie.

I looked at the smug, gloating look on her face, a chill flashing through my eyes.

…

The Flint family owned a share of the hospital. All it took was a single phone call from Anthony to have Maisie moved into a much more luxurious VIP suite.

The Flints had money and influence. It didn't take long for them to find someone whose blood matched Maisie's and get her transfusion sorted.

The two of them sat together, the atmosphere warm and cozy. But Anthony still hadn't found me.

Logically speaking, with the kind of power he had, tracking down a dead woman should've been effortless. Yet up until now, he hadn't found me.

Clearly, he didn't want to waste any real effort on me. He just wanted to force me to show up on my own so he could prove he still had complete control over me.

The fact that I hadn't contacted Anthony at all only made him more irritable. And when he realized I still hadn't come home, he sent me a voice message, his tone full of barely contained rage.

"Willow, I'm warning you—if you don't come back right now, don't even think about taking one step out of your room for the rest of your life!"

For the rest of my life… I laughed. It was apparent that it never even crossed his mind that the rest of my life was over.

He probably also never imagined that while he and Maisie were wrapped up in their sweet little romance these past few days, I was right there, practically within arm's reach. My soul and my corpse had been lying not far from him this whole time, sinking into despair, slowly rotting away.

Over time, with Eddie's help, I gradually learned how to enter other people's dreams—they sat closest to the realm of death.

So one night, after Maisie fell asleep, I dragged an indignant Eddie with me and slipped straight into her dream without a second thought. Eddie was angrier than I was after hearing my story, and he swore up and down that he would help me get revenge.

Maisie's dream was pitch-black. Dreams reflected the heart, so her inner world was just as dark and suffocating. When we arrived, she was in the middle of getting cozy with Anthony.

His gaze was deep and tender, and he was sprawled lazily on the couch. His face, usually so cold and distant, was now softened with warmth. When I appeared, he lifted his gaze slightly, the corner of his lips curling into a gentle smile.

I froze for a moment, then quickly realized this Anthony wasn't real. When it came to me, he was never anything but indifferent. The only smiles he showed me were mocking and laced with contempt.

Sure enough, thunder cracked overhead a moment later. Anthony dissolved into smoke and vanished. Maisie finally noticed us; her eyes went wide, and her expression turned blank with shock.

"Vengeful, I'll get revenge for you." Eddie shot me a wicked grin, then grabbed his neck and put on a gruesome show of ripping his head off. Blood poured from all his orifices, and his tongue split in half. His head was removed clean off his neck…

Maisie was so frightened that she immediately started screaming for help, trying her best to scramble away from us. The color drained from her face, leaving her lips bloodless and making her look even paler than me, who'd been dead for days.

I couldn't just stand there anymore. How could I not be moved when Eddie was going all out to get revenge for me?

I immediately stuck out my tongue and zoomed right toward Maisie, twisting my head 360 degrees like they did in horror movies.

Maisie was about to scream some more when she saw my face and froze. "Willow Shore! You're dead! Are you really dead?"

The terror faded from her face. It was replaced by a vague sense of smugness and satisfaction.

I was taken aback. Before I could figure out what her reaction meant, a strong force suddenly shoved me away. Eddie and I fell out of the dream, only to realize that Anthony had noticed something was off with Maisie and woken her up.

His eyes were filled with concern as he looked at her. "Did you have a nightmare?"

His voice was low and soft, and he reached out to wipe the sweat from her brow, his movements tender and thoughtful.

I stiffened when I saw the worry in his gaze. Even if I was nothing but a soul now, my heart still twisted bitterly.

In the past, no matter what I'd been through, Anthony had never once comforted me like that. All he'd given me was impatient mockery of what a drama queen I was.

I knew he had to run Flint Group and was busy with work. That was why, even when he didn't care that I'd been bullied and insulted and when he'd caused me to miscarry in the later stages of my pregnancy due to his neglect, I told myself that was just what he was like to everyone.