The Phantom Wife He Cannot Save

Chapter 5

Word Count: 569 | Released on: 29/04/2026

the full-length mirror, the scarlet Valentino gown pooled at her

e murmured to her reflecti

s soul screamed in sile

second skin, the vibrant red a stark contrast to her dark hair. It

ectral eyes in despai

ose. Keenan was by the window, a thin stream o

m instantly turned to ice. The lazy indifference in his

ious, twirled.

long strides, he was in front of her. His hand shot out an

in Cheyenne's eyes. "Ke

d. The name was a gun

or drained from her cheeks, leaving her

terrible surge of vindication ris

eyenne stammered, trying to wren

she stumbled, landing in a heap on the sofa. He loomed over h

e bit out, his voice a low, menacing growl. "I remember her scre

pure venom. "Fine! Yes! I'm Cheyenne! So what? Your

ted his cufflinks, once again the untouchable businessman. "If you want to be

ared at him

keyboard. He pulled up a credit card statement. "Her last charge was to a p

loser. It was the down p

one, dialed the clinic,

ient," he said, his voice

patient information... but let me check. Ms. Walter... yes, she was sc

ere white. For the first time since this nightmare began, a crac

f incident?"

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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.”