My wife was a surgeon.

She saved plenty of lives in her career.

However, the only person she failed to save was me.

When I was involved in an accident with her long-time crush, she immediately saved him instead.

I had been dead for three months, and that was when she realized the person who had been messaging her during this time was not me and started to panic.

After I died, I was unable to cut my ties with the mortal world and turned into a spirit that stayed by the side of my wife, Lori Levaine.

Wailing was heard in the hospital's corridors.

Just an hour ago, a fatal car accident happened on a major bridge over the river in the city. Dozens of cars had slammed into each other. It was a gruesome sight.

Every doctor in the city rushed over to save lives, including Lori.

I tried my best to hold back the gurgling blood in my throat as I lay in a pool of blood. I felt relieved the moment I saw Lori.

However, the next second, my heart sank.

Lori had seen me lying in the pool of blood, but she passed right by me to get to Bryce Fallon, her long-time crush.

She helped Bryce up. I had never seen her looking so anxious and concerned for someone else.

I was covered in blood. I opened my mouth, trying to tell her that I was hurt as well, but the moment I tried to say something, blood kept gushing from my mouth.

When I looked up once more, Lori had helped Bryce into an ambulance.

I did not want to die alone there.

It took everything I had to call out to her. "Lori…"

Lori turned back to look coldly at me. "It's just a little blood from your mouth. Bryce has suffered broken bones all over. He needs me more than you. I know what you're trying to say. Just wait there. Someone else will be here soon to save you."

She slammed the ambulance door shut right in front of me and disappeared from my sight with Bryce.

It was just a little blood? Lori had no idea that there was a steel bar sticking out of my back. It had run through my body. I was about to die.

If she had only paid a little more attention to me, she would have seen it, but she did not because she was too focused on Bryce.

However, none of this was important anymore.

After all, what was there for an almost dying person to fight for?

There were not enough beds in the hospital.

After Lori was done with Bryce's surgery, she moved him to a temporary bed in the hospital corridor.

Bryce was covered in bandages and looked extremely pale. Lori was sad to see him that way.

He said hoarsely to Lori, "I'm fine now. You should check in on Chad. His wounds looked serious too…"

Lori frowned when she heard my name.

She replied nonchalantly, "You don't need to worry over someone who is always throwing a jealous fit. Taking care of yourself is your priority."

Bryce remained silent for two seconds. A thought crossed his mind, and he said to Lori, "This is my fault. If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't have gotten into a fight and ended up in the middle of a divorce."

He was right.

Right before the accident, Lori and I were about to get divorced.

Lori and I got married because of a marriage alliance between our families. Bryce was her classmate in university.

I had known all along that Lori had no feelings for me, but we ended up getting married because of family pressure.

After we got married, I tried my best to play the part of a good husband.

I thought that if I worked hard enough on our marriage, I would one day replace Bryce in her heart.

However, all that changed when Bryce returned from overseas.

Bryce had left the country when Lori and I got married. Lori was the first person he called when he returned.

After that call, everything changed.

I was Lori's husband, but she spent most of her time with Bryce.

Before the accident, we got into a big fight. She slammed the door after our fight.

After that, I got a call from Bryce, who wanted to meet and talk.

I did not expect to get into an accident while on my way to meet Bryce.

What was even more unexpected was my subsequent death from the accident.

I snapped out of it. I saw Lori tuck Bryce into bed before saying softly to him, "This isn't your fault. Chad and I are different people. He's highly suspicious and sensitive. He doesn't understand me. It was our mutual decision to get a divorce. This has nothing to do with you."

Lori's words drew a bitter, hollow laugh from me. I never knew she thought of me this way.

A nurse ran over anxiously to Lori with my identification card in her hand.

She was out of breath when she stopped in front of Lori. "Dr. Levaine, your husband, Chad Lowry, he's…"

"Does he want me to see him?" Lori's expression turned cold. "All he did was throw up some blood. That won't kill him. He should stop playing the pity card to get my attention. Tell him that I agree to the divorce and to stop harassing me from now on."

She was done after that.

Lori did not give the nurse another chance to speak. She turned and left quickly.

I was reminded of when I had a fever. It was so bad that I was in a dazed and confused state of mind. I felt so horrible that I had begged Lori to stay by my side.

When my head finally cleared, she slapped me and said with clenched teeth, "It's Bryce's birthday today. I promised to spend it with him, but I had to break my promise because of your fever. You did this on purpose, Chad Lowry!"

It was right after that time that Lori started to hate me even more.

This time, she still felt that I was pretending to be sick to gain her sympathy. She no longer believed me like she used to.

My spirit followed Lori as she left the hospital's corridor.

When she left the corridor, she suddenly stopped.

Lori took out her phone to type out a message for me. She edited it over and over until it was left with only one sentence, "Let's get a divorce."

She then pressed 'Send'.

Lori had no idea that I was dead. I could no longer respond to her.

However, what happened next was shocking. After she sent out the message, 'I' responded to her text message. "You're in a hurry to divorce me because of Bryce Fallon, aren't you? Fine. I agree to the divorce. You two adulterers have my blessings for a happy life…"

Lori was so mad at the reply that she smashed her phone on the ground.

She said viciously, "You'd better make sure you go through the divorce. Don't you come crying to me saying that you regret it!"

My spirit hovered in the air. I found this strange. I was supposed to be dead. How did I respond to Lori's message?

Whoever wrote that message made sure to imitate my tone. Even the way I used punctuation marks had been properly imitated.

Before I could think further, I saw Lori pick her phone off the ground. She then turned to leave.

A week later.

Bryce was discharged from the hospital.

Lori took Bryce to our home.

Bryce was in a wheelchair when he asked tentatively, "Won't Chad be mad about you bringing me here?"

Lori replied, "He has no right to decide who I bring home. Besides, Chad has agreed to the divorce."

Bryce was astonished. "Chad loves you so much. I can't believe he agreed to the divorce. Did he tell you that himself?"

Lori affirmed it.

My spirit hovered in the air. I wanted to shout out loud and tell her that I was dead… That the message agreeing to the divorce was not mine. However, she could not hear me, no matter how hard I screamed or shouted.

Lori did not want to talk about me. She changed the topic. "Stay where you are. I'll get you some water."

She went off to pour a glass of water. When she came back, she saw Bryce trying to stand up from the wheelchair.

He had not fully recovered. The moment he tried to stand up, his knees went weak, and he was about to fall to the ground.

Lori quickly flung the glass of water away to stop Bryce from falling.

They ended up falling heavily to the floor.

Bryce was on top of Lori in an extremely intimate position.

He looked deeply into Lori's eyes. "When Chad was by your side, I could never find the courage to tell you this. Now that you're finally getting a divorce, I can stop holding back. Lori, I love you. Let's get back together."

Lori was deeply touched by Bryce's words.

She nodded demurely as she broke out in happy tears.

Bryce kissed Lori on the lips.

Lori kissed him back passionately.

When I saw what was happening between them, I felt nauseated. It was disgusting.

Lori had always been cold to me throughout our years of marriage.

She refused to even let me touch her, much less have a physical relationship.

I respected her wishes and never forced anything on her.

However, the woman whom I cherished so much that I did not even dare lay a finger on was now under another man. She was responding to the man's seduction with a level of passion that I had never seen before.

I wanted to throw up.

Leaving this place was the only thing on my mind.

However, there was some sort of restriction placed on me that forced me to watch this live porn scene.

Their moans pierced my eardrums. They had ended up in bed somehow and were in a passionate embrace right in front of my wedding photo with Lori.

I tried hard to cover my ears.

It lasted for an hour before they were finally done.

I watched them coldly as they finished each other off in bed.

Lori then got out of bed to go to the bathroom.

After she was done showering, she wanted to change into some clean pajamas, but when she opened the cupboard, she could not even find a clean piece of clothing.

I used to be the one doing all the housework. I did the laundry and cooked our meals.

Lori did not need to worry about anything as I took care of her like a princess.

Now that I had been dead for almost a week, our clean house was an absolute mess.

Lori picked up the clothes scattered all over the floor unhappily and flung them all into the washing machine.

She wanted to wash them, but soon realized she had no idea how to operate the washing machine.

The kettle was empty, and there was no hot water in it.

When she opened the fridge, there was a whiff of rotting vegetables coming from it.

Lori frowned when she saw the mess in front of her.

She took out her phone to call me, but realized that she had smashed it and had not bought a new one.

Lori sneered. "Do you think I won't be able to leave you just because you did all of this for me, Chad? What a joke!"

She had no choice. She was hungry, so she decided to order delivery.

…

Lori bought herself a new phone the next day.

The moment she logged into her phone, she received many unread messages.

A few of them were from my friend.

My friend asked her, "Have you any idea where Chad is? It's been a week since I asked him out for a meal. We agreed to meet, but he didn't show up."

Lori frowned. She did not reply, but checked my social media accounts instead.

I loved sharing about my life, but it had been a week since I shared anything on social media.

Lori's brows furrowed deeper. She thought about this and decided to send me another message.

"Aren't we getting a divorce, Chad Lowry? Let's file for the divorce in the next few days."

The other 'me' replied very quickly, "Hoho. You really can't wait to be with Bryce Fallon, can you? I’ll agree to the divorce, but you have to compensate me for years of emotional trauma…"

"We've been married for years, yet you refuse to let me touch you. Now, you cheated on me with Bryce. I think I deserve at least three million in compensation..."

Lori read the message from 'me' on the other side of the phone. Her chest heaved with anger.

"I was so wrong about you, Chad Lowry!" Lori replied viciously. She immediately transferred five hundred thousand to 'me'.

"That's all I have. Take it or leave it! We'll get our divorce three days from now!"

Lori blocked my number after that.

She was so mad that she cursed me after blocking my number. "You should just drop dead, Chad Lowry!"

Just as Lori wished, I was really dead.

If Lori had just paid a little more attention to me, she would have realized I was dead, but she did not care if I was dead or alive. All she cared about was Bryce.

Lori was always busy with work. She took three months off to take care of Bryce.

Three months later, Lori returned to work.

She was attending a monthly meeting at the hospital when her superior mentioned the accident on the bridge last month.

According to him, there was one casualty and 17 seriously wounded.

The nurse who approached Lori with my identification card the last time was seated next to Lori. She tugged Lori's sleeve. "Dr. Levaine, do you know who was the only casualty in that accident?"

She shook her head.

"It was actually…"