Before I reincarnated, I finally got to see my husband, the man I'd been pining for day and night.

But what awaited me at my own grave was a scene I never expected. My husband, Ethan Collins, was standing beside a heavily pregnant woman, both paying their respects to me.

"Hannah, I know I've let you down. Rest in peace."

"Hannah, don't worry, I'll take good care of Ethan for you."

A surge of fury burned through me. A rage so intense it felt like it would tear me apart.

What a pair of vile, shameless cheats!

In that moment, I decided I wasn't ready to reincarnate.

No, I'd stay right here, close to these two, and make their lives a living nightmare.

I trailed behind Ethan, my spirit floating silently as he walked back home.

"Ethan, why did you change the locks?"

"I've told you countless times. We're done. Besides, this is my house now. Why wouldn't I change the locks?" Ethan replied, his tone sharp and impatient.

It had only been a few months since my death, yet my father had aged terribly.

His hair had turned completely gray, and his once-straight back was now hunched over.

Yet, Ethan seemed more energetic than ever.

He draped his arm around the woman's waist, a cold smirk playing on his lips. "There's nothing to discuss about the company. You're old enough to enjoy retirement now, so just let it go."

I recognized the pregnant woman. She was Sabrina Kane, Ethan's cousin from his hometown.

And now it all made sense. This was nothing but a carefully orchestrated con.

I'd never seen my father like this before.

He'd spent his whole life fighting his way to the top, building the Stone Group into a powerhouse, and it was just about to go public.

But then I died at the worst possible moment.

"Ethan, no matter how much you despise us, you can't just ignore what's right! This house was bought for Hannah. How can it suddenly be yours?"

"This house is part of our marital assets. She's gone now, so as her legal heir, it belongs to me. What's so unreasonable about that?" Ethan shot back. His irritation barely concealed.

"Please, Mr. Stone, just go home. It's getting late, and today is Hannah's memorial day. Let's not make a scene."

Sabrina pulled out a key and opened the door.

Together, she and Ethan shoved my father outside, slamming the door shut behind them with a loud bang.

My father stood there, dejected, before slowly sinking to the ground. He buried his face in his hands, weeping quietly.

This once proud and powerful CEO, who had commanded respect and admiration, was now reduced to a pitiful figure sitting on the doorstep, like a child who had just lost his most cherished possession, or someone who had done something terribly wrong.

I instinctively reached out to help him up, but then reality hit me like a truck. I was already dead.

At first, I was confused.

How could the man I had loved for eight years turn into this cold, heartless stranger overnight?

But the truth soon dawned on me. Ethan had always been like this.

For eight long years, he had stayed by my side, pretending to be the loving, devoted husband while secretly harboring a deep-seated hatred for my entire family. He had been patiently waiting, biding his time, all the while enjoying the privileges and comforts that came with being associated with us.

Fury surged through me as I clenched my fists, and I didn't even feel the resistance as I phased through the door, drifting into what was once my home.

"Ethan, do you think it's really okay to leave Hannah's father sitting out there like that? Shouldn't we at least let him in? He's old, after all," Sabrina cooed, her voice sickeningly sweet as she stroked her swollen belly.

Ethan pulled her into his arms, his voice dripping with false tenderness. "You're too kind for your own good. You're carrying our baby, and you want to bring that old man inside? How would you get any rest?"

Then, with a sly grin, he leaned in and kissed her. "How about we..."

"No, no, we can't! The baby knows everything."

Sabrina giggled, pushing him away playfully before darting into the bedroom.

I felt bile rise in my throat.

Before I could even float into the bedroom after them, the unmistakable sounds of their lovemaking filled the air.

They were doing it on my bed.

The sheets hadn't even been changed, and my silk nightgown was still draped over the bedpost, a cruel reminder of the life I once had.

"Ethan Collins, you deserve to rot in hell!" I seethed, the rage boiling inside me.

I opened my mouth wide, imagining the pleasure of tearing them apart in the midst of their twisted, disgusting pleasure.

But my fury wasn't strong enough.

Only vengeful spirits with a deep well of hatred could take lives directly.

Just then, a ghostly figure with wild, tangled hair emerged from the wardrobe. She whispered in my ear, "Did you know? Your husband used to sneak off to the bathroom while you were asleep to make phone calls. He'd tell her how he was going to be rich soon and how they'd be together."

I couldn't sleep.

It turned out that even ghosts could suffer from insomnia.

Ethan and Sabrina were sound asleep in my bed, their arms wrapped around each other, clothes strewn across the floor.

The sight made me snicker bitterly.

The man I had once trusted with my life was now nothing but a traitor.

During the year and a half of our marriage, Ethan never gave me a reason to doubt him. He surprised me with gifts, remembered every single anniversary, cooked for me, and handled the household chores. When I struggled with my depression, he would hold me tight during my breakdowns, letting me cry and scream until I had nothing left to give.

Over time, I started to get better.

I even stopped taking my meds.

So, when I found myself lying dead at the base of our apartment building, I couldn't understand what had pushed me to jump.

I floated to the bedside table and, with a flick of my ghostly fingers, knocked over the photo frame holding their picture.

The sharp crash woke Ethan up.

He groggily picked up the frame, only to cut his hand on the broken glass.

He glanced around, his eyes filled with confusion and unease, then placed the photo back where it belonged.

But he couldn't fall back asleep after that, not for a long time.

The blood from his finger seeped into my bedsheets, leaving a crimson stain.

It looked like he felt guilty.

As dawn broke, the gates of the underworld were about to close, and the reaper in charge of my soul appeared.

"What are you still doing here?"

I perched on the table and nodded toward Ethan and his pregnant mistress. "I'm not going anywhere. I'm staying right here."

"To torture yourself?"

My eyes glowed a dangerous red as I sneered, "I'm going to kill them."

The reaper's shock was almost comical, but I softened my tone, pretending to be reasonable. "I can't leave my dad like this. Since I'm here, just give me a few more days. It's not like I'm in a rush to reincarnate."

Before the sun fully rose, I slipped into Sabrina's body while she was still fast asleep.

Ethan was not just a scumbag. He was an idiot too.

There was one thing I never told him, something I kept hidden to spare his pathetic ego.

He was infertile.

When we were trying to conceive, we went for all the necessary tests.

The results came back when he was too busy rushing off to work, leaving me to receive the news alone.

I chose not to tell him. I afraid he wouldn't be able to handle the truth.

Looking back, I wondered if he even wanted a child with me in the first place.

Ethan finally stirred awake, only to be met with Sabrina's eyes wide open, staring straight at him.

He shifted slightly, then instinctively wrapped his arm around her, pulling her closer as if nothing was wrong.

"Ethan," I called out softly.

He stiffened, his eyes darting around.

Although I was inside Sabrina's body, my voice hadn't changed.

"The baby inside me... it's not yours," I whispered, a sinister smile tugging at my lips. I tried to roll my eyes in mockery, but her body didn't quite respond as I intended. "You can't get anyone pregnant, Ethan. You're infertile. Thanks for helping me secure a wealthy dad for my baby, though."

"Who... who are you?"

I leaned closer, lightly patting his cheek. "Take a wild guess."

"Ahhh! A ghost! There's a ghost!" Ethan bolted upright,and eyes wide in terror.

"Hannah, please! I beg you! I'll break up with Sabrina and give the company back to your dad. Just don't haunt me, please!"

A chuckle slipped from my lips.

It only took a few words to reduce him to a quivering mess.

What a pathetic fool.

Watching him fumble as he tried to escape the bed, nearly tripping over his own feet in nothing but his boxers, I couldn't help but laugh.

How did I ever fall in love with such an idiot?

I rose from the bed and glided toward him.

"Stay back!"

"What's wrong, Ethan? Scared I might devour you?" I taunted, inching closer before lowering my voice to a chilling whisper. "Guess who was really sharing that bed with you last night?"

"Ahhhhhh!"

Ethan let out another blood-curdling scream, grabbing a vase from the nightstand and hurling it at me in desperation.

I swiftly vacated Sabrina's body just as the vase shattered on impact.

Sabrina crumpled to the floor, blood trickling down from a nasty gash on her forehead.

Ethan stood there, frozen, before frantically grabbing her by the shoulders.

"Who are you? Who the hell are you?"

Dazed and confused, Sabrina pressed a trembling hand to her wound. Then, she slapped him across the face, hard. "What the hell is wrong with you, Ethan?"

Recognizing Sabrina's voice, Ethan barely registered the burning sting of her hand across his cheek. He exhaled shakily, sinking to the floor in relief.

After a beat, he looked up at her, his voice trembling.

"Who is the father?"

Sabrina didn't answer.

Her eyes blazed with contempt as she delivered another searing slap.

The reaper looked at me with a raised eyebrow. "You think this is fun, don't you?"

I shot him a glance.

Watching Ethan and Sabrina tear into each other was definitely entertaining.

I only wished I had more power to strangle them both with my own hands.

Ethan came from a humble background.

He started pursuing me back in college, and it took him two full years.

I was a bit of a loner, not the most social person.

People at school said I was cold and standoffish because of my wealthy background.

I never bothered to explain or care about their opinions.

I didn't have many friends, and Ethan, determined to win me over, drastically cut back on his social life.

For those two years, he was like a shadow, always following me, so gentle that it was hard to turn him away.

I once joked that the way he took care of me made it seem like I was a child who couldn't take care of herself.

He would always smile and pat my head. "In my eyes, you are my little treasure."

At the height of my infatuation, I truly believed he cared for me more than even my parents did.

Gradually, from him chasing after me to me realizing I couldn't live without him, I found myself unable to imagine a life without him.

Eventually, Ethan proposed to me with a bouquet of fresh roses and a diamond ring that wasn't very large.

I agreed without hesitation, but my parents were vehemently opposed.

At that time, my family business had already become a leading enterprise in the region. My father had already picked out a suitable husband for me, the son of a business associate.

No matter how large our family business grew, it was still a family-run enterprise, and my father believed that a marriage alliance with the Brooks family would provide the support needed when I eventually took over the company.

But I was blinded by love and wouldn't hear of it.

First, I sabotaged the blind date my parents had arranged for me, scaring the man off completely.

Then, I threatened to commit suicide, went on a hunger strike, and even ran away from home, forcing my parents to finally relent and agree to my marriage.

On our wedding day, my parents cried their hearts out, not out of joy like most but out of sheer heartbreak.

I, however, felt like I was the happiest person alive.

This marriage was something I had fought for, risking everything, even my family's love.

And yet, this man, who I thought would be my forever, had trampled it all into the dirt.

When we got married, Sabrina attended.

I thought she was just Ethan's cousin, completely unaware that she was his childhood sweetheart.

They had grown up together in the countryside, inseparable from the start.

I had no clue when they rekindled their relationship or if it ever even ended.

Perhaps Ethan had targeted me from the beginning, planning all along to use me to change the fate of his entire village.

And true to form, the moment Ethan took the helm at the Stone Group, his first order of business was to push forward a building project in his hometown.

It was a financial black hole, a surefire way to lose money.

He wanted to build skyscrapers on worthless land, just so the villagers could live better lives.

I was so furious.

As he sat at his desk, diligently drafting his proposal, the red imprints of my hand still visible on his face, he worked out numbers so ridiculous it was as if he were dreaming.

It was clear that, to lead his village to prosperity, this man was willing to sacrifice everything, even his dignity.

"Mr. Collins, with figures like these, the board will never approve it," the secretary Andy remarked, glancing at the absurd proposal.

Ethan gave him a sharp look. "I'm the CEO. What I say goes."