Blurb：
After thirty days of cold silence, my wife Janet lured me with a reconciliation trip—only to strand me on a deserted island, break my ID, and destroy my phone. She abandoned me without remorse, all because I refused to accept her IVF baby for Ryan, her childhood sweetheart. She claimed it was "just a little hardship," but I died on the first day.
Now, as a ghost, I haunt Janet’s delivery room, watching her celebrate the birth of Ryan’s son. She remains oblivious to my death, still expecting me to beg for forgiveness. But I’m not here to apologize. I’m here for revenge.
Janet thinks she’s won, with Ryan playing the victim and their friends cheering them on. Yet, every lie they’ve spun—about me, the IVF, Ryan’s "illness"—will unravel. From beyond the grave, I’ll expose the truth. Will Janet finally realize the monster she’s become? Or will my ghostly presence drive her to madness?
Dive into this gripping tale of betrayal, revenge, and supernatural justice. Perfect for fans of psychological thrillers and stories about toxic relationships, karma, and second chances.
Content：
The Day She Killed MeAfter thirty days of the silent treatment from my wife, Janet, she suddenly proposed a trip to mend our relationship.
But the moment we landed, she snapped my ID card in half, smashed my phone, and stranded me on a deserted island, leaving me to my own devices.
Someone asked her if she wasn't going too far, but she just stroked her belly, a look of disdain on her face.
"It's his own fault for being so petty. I just wanted to have an IVF baby for Ryan, to leave him a child, and he started screaming for a divorce."
"The baby's due in eight months. The island has fresh water and food. He won't starve, it's just a little hardship."
Eight months later, cradling her newborn son, Janet looked utterly content.
She asked her assistant, for the first time in ages:
"It's been so long, hasn't he been begging to come home?"
She didn't know I died on the very first day on that island.
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When I opened my eyes again, my soul was in Janet's delivery room.
Janet, her face pale, held the baby tenderly, her eyes full of maternal love.
Her childhood sweetheart, Ryan, wiped the sweat from Janet's forehead, overflowing with gratitude.
"Janet, thank you. We have a son."
I felt a dizzying wave of realization. I’d been dead for *that* long.
Her and Ryan's baby was already here.
As Janet was wheeled out, a crowd swarmed around her, celebrating the birth, popping confetti and showering her with gifts and cash.
"Janet, this baby is so adorable, a perfect blend of you and Ryan! He's going to be such a handsome man when he grows up!"
These same people, who used to suck up to me as "Janet's husband," angrily claimed her IVF decision was wrong, and mocked Ryan for being a phony.
Well, they only flattered me because I was Janet's husband.
A faint smile played on Janet's lips, but her eyes kept darting to the end of the hall, a restless flicker in their depths.
Distractedly, she picked up her phone and checked it.
Then, she frowned, asking her assistant:
"Didn't I tell you to buy him a new phone? Why hasn't he contacted me these past few months, or begged to come home?"
Mr. Jones calmly lied:
"Mr. Liam always curses you and Mr. Ryan, saying he doesn't want any contact with you."
Janet's frown deepened, a frustrated crease forming between her brows:
"He's so incredibly stubborn, never listens to reason."
"Tell him I've had the baby, my mission is complete."
"If he sincerely calls to apologize and agrees to be the child's godfather, I'll bring him back home."
A bitter, self-deprecating laugh escaped me. Even in death, I felt the sting of it.
She had no idea I was already long gone.
Nine months ago, Janet gave up on our child, just to make room for her IVF baby with Ryan.
She said Ryan had a terminal illness and she wanted to leave him a child.
A cold despair settled in my chest, and I suggested divorce.
For that, Janet gave me the silent treatment for a month, then, uncharacteristically, approached me.
She proposed a trip to repair our relationship, promising to abort the IVF baby when we returned.
I believed her, only to be abandoned on that island, where I swiftly perished.
Snapping back to the present, Ryan whimpered pitifully:
"Janet, if Liam comes back, he won't hit me again, right? You can hurt me, but please, don't hurt our baby!"
He lowered his head, angling it to reveal a tiny scar on his forehead.
That scar was from when I found out about Janet's IVF.
Ryan had provoked me, then deliberately smashed his own head against a wall.
Because of that incident, Janet hated me, believing I would even bully a terminally ill patient.
Janet's heart twisted with pain, and she snapped at him:
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