I died. My soul slipped out of my body. Floating there, I couldn't resist one last look back.

Norman was a wreck. He clutched my lifeless, pale body in a tight embrace.

I was ready to move on and reincarnate, but then a voice stopped me. "You've still got ties to sort out in the world of the living. Wrap that up, then you can move on."

My soul, seemingly pulled by some unseen force, drifted over to Adrian.

Adrian was dialed in, driving the RV, his gaze fixed on the road ahead, brow slightly furrowed.

Kayla, who was supposed to be sick, suddenly perked up with a smile and handed Adrian a bottle of water.

"You must be thirsty, huh?" Kayla asked.

Adrian took a quick look. "You had water?"

Kayla's eyes darted away, and she quickly laughed. "Oh, I forgot I brought two bottles with me. If I'd remembered, I wouldn't have sent Yvette out to fetch water."

Adrian looked away, not taking the bottle.

Noticing his odd expression, Kayla asked what was wrong.

Adrian held the steering wheel with one hand and rubbed his forehead with the other. "I don't know what it is. Just got this uneasy feeling, like something's wrong."

Understanding, Kayla said, "Is it about Yvette? Maybe we should go back and pick her up."

Adrian shook his head, his look dismissive.

"Did you see how bloody and dirty she was? What if she had messed up your new seat cover? Besides, she's always been tough. She'll be fine."

Now just a spirit, I still felt a pang of sadness at Adrian's words, and my head drooped.

Adrian never believed in me. Even in death, I doubted he would believe I was really gone.

Adrian soon ended up taking Kayla to the hospital.

The doctor checked Kayla out and found it was just a mild fever. It was nothing serious at all.

Kayla didn't even need any treatments. She just had to keep an eye on her fever, and maybe take some medicine if it didn't go away by night.

Adrian finally let out a sigh of relief.

He held Kayla close, and as they stared into each other's eyes, the room filled with a sickeningly sweet vibe.

Watching them was like being stabbed with a thousand needles in my heart.

My husband, whom I'd loved deeply for three years, was now cozying up to his ex on the very day I died.

Adrian was freaking out over Kayla's little fever, worrying like crazy.

And there I was, dying, begging him to take me to the hospital, and he just coldly accused me of putting on an act.

In a moment of quiet, Kayla seemed to think of me. Her eyes got all teary as she asked with concern, "Yvette is still out there. Do you think she's okay?"

Adrian gave a soft laugh and playfully pinched Kayla's nose. "Here you are sick, and still worrying about someone else."

As he thought about me, his tone turned annoyed. She was perfectly fine. She came back all messed up and put on that act just to make me worry about her. She's always so scheming, not innocent and sweet like you."

"Besides," Adrian narrowed his eyes and said, "Norman's with her. What could go wrong?"

Kayla lowered her head, but I caught a glimpse of a sly, triumphant smirk on her lips.

After leaving the hospital, Adrian, worried about Kayla being alone and not resting well, brought her back to our house.

Furious, I floated back home.

If I could have touched Adrian, I would have given him a good slap.

When we got married, Adrian and I had an agreement.

No matter how bad things got between us, whether we fought or went silent, we agreed never to bring someone of the opposite sex to stay the night at our home during our marriage.

Otherwise, the house would no longer feel like a home.

I couldn't believe Adrian would completely ditch our agreement for Kayla.

I floated into the master bedroom. The gift I'd prepped for Adrian was still there on the nightstand, untouched. It was meant to be a surprise for him.

I'd also bought a new outfit for my sister Jennifer's birthday after the camping trip.

Sadly, I'd never get to wear them.

From outside, Kayla's voice floated in, all sweet and sugary. "Adrian, can I sleep in the master bedroom tonight?"

Adrian paused, then affectionately rubbed Kayla's head. "Nope. Yvette would've hated anyone else sleeping in her room. Let's get you set up in a nice guest room, okay?"

Adrian led Kayla away, but she soon crept into my room.

She looked around, opened my closet, and grabbed my favorite nightgown before heading to the bathroom.

Half an hour later, she came out smelling like a bouquet. Wearing my nightgown, she went down to the living room.

Adrian was there, sitting with his legs crossed, glued to his phone.

He looked worried, furrowing his brow. I drifted closer and saw he was paused on our chat thread.

He hesitated a long while before typing: [Had enough fun? Aren't you coming back?]

Kayla saw Adrian on the couch and walked over with a smirk, confident she had him wrapped around her finger.

She snatched his phone, tossed it aside, and climbed onto his lap.

Every move she made screamed seduction. She leaned in and whispered, "Forget the phone, Adrian. I want..."

Adrian seemed taken aback for a moment, then gently pushed her off. "Knock it off, Kayla.

You're sick, remember? You need to rest. Head upstairs and get some sleep."

Adrian grabbed his phone off the sofa and went upstairs, leaving Kayla dumbfounded.

Kayla stared after him, disbelief painted across her face. It was the first time Adrian had ever turned her down.