My Funeral Awakened Her Love

Even though I had died, my soul drifted in this world. I thought death would finally free me from Seraphine. However, for some reason, my spirit lingered near her.

I drifted up to the 60th floor of Heeta International, Seraphine's company.

After her parents died in a car accident, she took over the business.

Her secretary handed her a cup of coffee. I floated in behind her into the office. "Ms. Evans, the video conference with Willer starts at 9:30. The briefing documents are already on your desk."

Seraphine gave a slight nod. That was when I noticed something missing—her wedding ring.

Even though she had always kept her distance from me, she had never taken off the ring. Now, her left ring finger was bare, save for a faint red imprint where the band used to be.

Right. We were divorced now. There was no reason for her to wear it anymore. Still, a sudden ache assaulted my chest. I didn't expect to feel anything after death.

Around noon, I glanced at the time out of habit. For five years, I had shown up at her office every day like clockwork to bring her lunch. However, today, I wasn't there.

Her secretary, Helen Jones, seemed to realize something was off and ordered takeout for Seraphine.

30 minutes later, lunch arrived. "Ms. Evans, you should eat something." Helen placed the food on her desk and left.

Seraphine finished up her work, then opened the lunchbox. She took one bite before frowning, as if something tasted wrong. She ate a few more bites and then set it aside.

Her phone vibrated on the desk. I glanced at the screen and immediately recognized the caller. Without so much as a glance at the screen, she picked up the call, still focused on the documents in front of her.

"Seraphine, are you off work yet?" the man's voice came through.

She glanced at the screen, her lips curving faintly. "Yeah, almost."

"Let's have dinner tonight," the man suggested.

She looked down at the stack of files and said softly, "Okay."

She sped up, flipping through the rest of the documents before leaving the office.

That evening, Seraphine's car pulled up at the Haequinn Hotel from a distance. Jack Burton adjusted his blazer and smiled as he waited for her to step out. "Seraphine."

She walked toward him. "Have you been waiting long?"

"No," he said, slinging an arm around her shoulders like it was second nature. "I just got here."

She stiffened slightly at his touch, but the moment passed quickly.

The two of them headed into the restaurant on the hotel's third floor.

Jack pulled out her chair like a gentleman and ordered a few dishes she liked.

I felt bitterly amused. She had never once picked up a single bite for me.

Whenever I placed food into her bowl and looked at her, hoping for some warmth, she would shoot me down coldly. "Hayden, have some self-respect. Stop trying so hard."