His Love, Her Blinding Hate

Ava Monroe. For five years, my marriage to Ethan Hayes was a bitter war, not a union.

I publicly loathed him, clinging to my childhood sweetheart Liam, convinced Ethan was the villain in my life.

Then, the unimaginable happened: Ethan died, stabbed by a masked intruder.

His desperate, dying call? I dismissed it, hanging up my phone, thinking it just another attempt at control.

But death didn't stop him; for five agonizing days, he was back, a visible, tangible spirit.

Liam' s insidious whispers fueled my contempt, convincing me Ethan' s ghostly return was merely another manipulative game.