When James came out of the shower, I tried to confront him with his phone, but he flew into a rage.

"Who allowed you to touch my phone? You're infringing on my privacy! Can't you give me some private space?"

When we were dating, James was the one who promised he would be more than happy to let me keep tabs on him as much as I wanted to prove that I was the only one he loved.

And now, after just ten years, he was lashing out at me and calling me unreasonable.

Our fight woke up Harrison, who was sleeping next door. His bleary eyes stared at me in fear. Sobbing, he kept calling for James and even Monica, but not me—his mother, who'd raised him.

I was overwhelmed by an inexplicable sense of pain and sorrow, making it impossible for me to speak.

After a while, I looked at Harrison, who was hiding behind James, and asked, "Harrison, do you want me or your daddy?"

Harrison said he didn't want a fierce mommy like me. He wanted Monica to be his mommy.

Feeling utterly disappointed, I packed my bags and moved out of the house.

Just like that, three months passed.

When I found out I was pregnant, I considered getting an abortion. However, James had mentioned wanting a daughter many times. Even the boisterous Harrison had kept asking why he didn't have a sister yet.

In the end, I gave in and decided to talk to the two of them.

Never would I have thought that, upon returning home, both my child and I would end up dying in the fire they'd set just to please another woman.

Perhaps the lingering sense of indignation kept my soul tied to them. My soul drifted out of the house and floated beside James.

James, Monica, and Harrison were chatting away warmly and happily.

Harrison, who always liked rebelling against me, was staring at Monica, the woman he'd met less than three months ago, in awe. He was blushing as he clapped to celebrate her practice session.

James, my husband, was stroking Monica's head with an affectionate expression.

"You're not a little klutz anymore. I guess I have to change your nickname on my phone to 'The Little Genius'."

Feeling shy, Monica sweetly replied, "It's all thanks to your expert guidance, and you even set the fire so that I could get some hands-on practice! I'll do even better next time."

She was going to do even better next time, huh?

Looking at the still-burning house, I smirked mockingly.

My body was probably still burning in the lingering flames.

While James, Monica, and Harrison celebrated the end of Monica's flawless practice session, the neighbors who'd been alarmed by the fire were busy calling the fire station and questioning them with a frown.

"Why did you people only send a single firetruck to deal with such a major fire at Jasper Heights? Do you not take our lives and safety seriously?"

After a brief silence, the dispatcher explained, "We didn't receive any reports of a fire at Jasper Heights. Can I confirm with you that you're reporting a fire in the area? I'll send a fire crew out at once!"

In less than a minute, James' phone started ringing.

"Jasper Heights? I'm already here. No one was harmed. You don't need to send anyone else over."

The dispatcher continued speaking, but James firmly declared that he would assume full responsibility if anything happened. Once the dispatcher confirmed that no one was hurt, he decided against sending another fire crew over.

James had put the call on speaker mode, which meant that Monica caught the entire argument between him and the dispatcher.

With her brows furrowed, she made a show of apologizing.

"Will you get punished because of this, Captain Ellis? If that's the case, I'd rather resign than cause trouble for you!"

It was evident that James didn't see the determined, possessive look in Monica's eyes. He pulled the seemingly heartbroken Monica into his arms.

With a gentle tone that had long eluded my ears, James said to her, "What's the big deal? It's not worth crying your eyes out over. It's just a house. I'd be more than happy to burn down ten houses if it means you get to gain more experience."

Amused by James' exaggerated declaration, Monica laughed and hit his shoulder with her fist.

"What are you saying? Where will you and Harry stay if you burn down all those houses?"

"I can stay with you, Monica!"

Overhearing his nickname, Harrison eagerly raised his hand and expressed his fondness for Monica's house.

James wasn't mad that Harrison was fawning over Monica either. Instead, he asked why.

"Monica's house has everything, and she even lets me eat snacks! Meanwhile, that mean old witch at home doesn't let me eat anything. I like Monica a lot more."

Even though I was merely a wandering soul without a body, Harrison's childish yet cruel words still made me feel as though I'd been stabbed in the heart.

For the sake of minor things like treats, Harrison, the boy who used to sweetly declare that he loved me the most, didn't even hesitate to choose another woman over me. He even called me a mean old witch.

"You like me? Well, why don't I treat you to fried chicken today?"

After nudging Harrison's nose affectionately, Monica looked at James, who was standing in silence. She cocked her head to the side and asked, "Why aren't you saying anything? Do you not want to eat with me, Captain Ellis?"

James shook his head and silently pocketed his phone, but thanks to my keen sense of sight, I noticed that he'd been reading my chat with him. The last message on the screen was the one I'd sent just before I died.

"I'm pregnant. You're not the father."

It was obvious James was affected by that message of mine that had come out of the blue. At least, even as he sat in the car, he didn't look as happy as he had before. His forehead was slightly creased, and it looked like he was in a bad mood.

Even Harrison, who was always a chatterbox, knew better than to try and talk to James at a time like this. However, Monica carefully poked James in the arm and asked, "What's the matter, Captain Ellis?"

Her concerned tone melted his icy expression a little. "It's nothing. I just saw something displeasing."

Good.

The more displeased he was, the more pleased I was. Why should he get to openly spend time being all friendly and intimate with his female colleague while I had to stay at home to wait on him and Harrison like a maid?

Although I hadn't actually cheated on him, I still wanted him to feel discomfited by it. I wanted it to keep him up at night.

"Well, you're the one who taught me to deal with my negative emotions by venting with a shout before confronting it and resolving it. Why aren't you taking your own advice?"

Upon hearing Monica's reminder to James, I felt such a tightness in my chest that I thought I'd died once again.

Following James' first mission as a firefighter, he developed insomnia after having witnessed someone die with his own eyes. I was the one who stuck with him through those grueling times.

I gave up on my high-paying job as a translator and chose to stay at home so that I could look after the emotionally scarred James. Even so, he still blamed himself for not saving everyone from the fire.

No matter how hard I tried to counsel him, he continued to wallow in guilt and regret.

In the end, I took him hiking. When we got to the peak, we shouted together, and I said to him the very same words Monica had just said.

James had breezily shared the past between us with another woman.

"I'll do my best," James replied to Monica. Seemingly taking her advice, he took his phone out and sent me a message.

"Let's find a time to meet up and talk things through. If you get an abortion, I'll pretend like nothing ever happened. By the way, what do you want for dinner? Shall I bring you some fried chicken from the place you used to love the most?"

He was referring to a fried chicken store in the northern district of the city. While we were dating, it was the only good food James could afford to get me. To avoid hurting his self-esteem, I always smiled and told him how much I loved it. It got to a point where I even started believing it too.

Alas, even my neighbors knew that I didn't like fried food, but my own husband never realized that. Had I done too good of a job hiding it, or had James never cared to pay attention?

Well, the answer to that question didn't matter anymore.

They were still heading to the northern district when James got a call again.

"Captain Ellis, didn't you say the fire at Jasper Heights has been put out? Why are we still getting multiple calls about it? Are you sure the fire was completely extinguished?" the dispatcher questioned angrily.

All the color drained from James' face. Leaving the scene of a fire without permission when the fire was still containable was a severe offense. It could lead to an official warning, a suspension, or even termination.

"Time is of the essence. I've dispatched a fire crew over to Jasper Heights. Hurry up and head over there to help them!"