The Phantom Wife He Cannot Save

Chapter 4

Word Count: 501 | Released on: 29/04/2026

f the polished silver. Cheyenne stood at the stove, wearing

f the table, his phone h

oulder to see the screen. He had opened Instagram. His o

to. The caption w

wife, sti

e he had ever posted a picture of her. A publ

tood immediately. Keenan was announcing to the world that Aracely Ross was still her

d, and Genevieve, Keenan's mothe

"Still playing the happy hom

ly lower her head and murmur a quiet gr

n who looked exactly like his mother. Aracely's soul ached. She reached o

aid, her eyes raking over Cheyenne

teeth. "I'll keep t

e snapped. "Your bloodline doe

ng the exchange with a detached

e overly sweet, "would you lik

grandmother. Genevieve gave a tiny,

Leo said, turning

of it was a physi

a soft click. "You're coming w

n event Aracely had begged to attend fo

"Keenan, she'll o

aid, his voice cutting o

p with triumph. She t

enne's ear, his voice too low for his mother to hear. "Wear the red d

unning, scarlet gown Aracely had refused to we

Aracely's soul. He w

testi

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The Phantom Wife He Cannot Save

Breeze Romance

“I handed my terminal brain cancer diagnosis to my billionaire husband, hoping for a shred of comfort. Instead, he sneered, accused me of faking it for a better divorce settlement, and told me to die quickly. Heartbroken, I turned to my sister, a top surgeon, who promised to save my life. But on the operating table, my soul was ripped from my body as I watched her inject me with a lethal drug. She didn't just murder me. She harvested my organs, forged my medical records to claim I was a hysterical liar who ran away, and went straight to my penthouse to take my place. She looked at my blank organ donation consent form and smiled. "Don't worry, he'll sign." And he did. My husband welcomed her into our bed and announced their grand wedding, while my own mother celebrated my disappearance as a chance to secure his wealth. I hovered in the air, screaming silently. Why did my own flesh and blood slaughter me to steal my life? Why did the man I loved hate me so much that he'd happily marry my killer? As my husband stood by the window, daring my runaway self to show up at their wedding, my spectral heart turned to stone. I decided not to fade away. I would stay right here as a ghost, and watch their monstrous charade burn to the ground.”