After I Died, My Husband Broke Up With His First Love

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.