My Swimming Coach Boyfriend Left Me to Die at the Bottom of the Sea

As the little annoyances piled up, my patience with Sophie wore thin, and Ethan's attitude toward me grew increasingly cold.

The final straw came one evening when Sophie emerged from the bathroom, wrapped only in a towel, and wandered into the living room.

I had already hinted to her multiple times that this behavior was inappropriate, but she always responded with a feigned sense of hurt and continued to act as she pleased.

That night, while Ethan and I were watching TV, Sophie approached us, exposing a generous amount of bare skin as she tried to squeeze between us.

I finally snapped, unleashing the frustration I had bottled up for so long. Instead of supporting me, Ethan accused me of being narrow-minded for not accepting my best friend.

Sophie, with tears streaming down her face, leaned on Ethan's shoulder and apologized, promising to move out immediately.

Ethan's heart melted at her display of vulnerability, and in an effort to make amends, he rented her a lavish apartment without consulting me—using funds from our wedding savings.

Meanwhile, Ethan and I were cramped in a tiny, outdated apartment. When we moved in together, he had held me close, full of remorse, promising he would work hard to buy me a beautiful home and spare me any suffering.

But now, that promise seemed to have been transferred to Sophie.

When I confronted him about taking money from our account for Sophie's apartment, he responded as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"Sophie is still just a girl; she doesn't know better," he said dismissively. "She doesn't have a job or family support. As her friend, it's my duty to take care of her."

His expression shifted to disgust as he continued, "It's pathetic that you can't even accept your best friend. I really misjudged your character."

His harsh words jolted me back to reality.

It was Sophie who had encouraged him to call and check on me while showering him with compliments about his kindness.

Now, unable to answer his calls after everything that had happened, I could only imagine his frustration as he cursed my stubbornness.

"Emma, you've gotten bold! Ignoring my calls? Can't you change that awful attitude?" he texted angrily.

"If you want to sulk, fine! Just don't come crying back for forgiveness!"

"You think you can just disappear? Go back to South City and tidy up your mess!"

"I didn't tell you, so what? I just brought Sophie along to unwind! Why are you making that long face? Who are you trying to intimidate?"

I couldn't help but scoff at how I had ever considered marrying someone like him.

With me out of the picture, their two-week trip turned into their own private honeymoon.

Trapped in this spectral state around Ethan, I watched helplessly as he and Sophie acted like a couple madly in love.

They completely forgot about me; in their eyes, I was just an obstacle standing between them.

After their trip ended, Ethan returned home from dropping Sophie off at her new apartment.

He opened our door only to find darkness enveloping the space; dust hung in the air like a forgotten memory.

"Emma, I'm back! Why are the lights still off?" he called out while fumbling in the dark for the switch. The irony hit me hard—he didn't even know where the light switch was in our own home!

"Don't sleep yet! I just drove hundreds of miles; I'm exhausted! Make me some noodles with two eggs!" He still treated me like his live-in maid.

If I weren't stuck as a spirit right now, I would have slapped him across the face!

The glaring light flickered on without any response from me. Frustration clouded his eyes as he stomped toward our bedroom.

"Emma! Is this really necessary? If you hadn't been so petty and left early..."

He paused at the bedroom door when he found it empty. "Emma?"

His breath quickened as he scanned the dust-laden room that felt eerily lifeless without my presence.

Panic seeped into his demeanor as he realized no one had been living there for quite some time.

Just then, an urgent phone call shattered the silence. Grabbing his phone frantically, Ethan answered, "Emma? Where are you...?"

Before he could finish his sentence, a serious voice interrupted him from the other end, "Hello sir? Are you Emma's friend? This is South City Police Department; we received a report..."