Dead in the Divorce Cooling-Off Period

I died during the cooling-off period of my ninth divorce from Olivia Reed.

My soul hovered above the VIP hospital room, watching her spend millions on her childhood sweetheart's scribble of a painting.

She looked at my body, riddled with tubes, her voice ice-cold:

"Adam Carter, stop pretending. Ethan's auction is waiting for me."

"Sign this debt transfer document, and we're done."

I couldn't answer, so she took it as resistance.

She pulled out her final trump card:

"If you don't wake up right now, I'll cut off all expenses for that burden!"

"Do you want her to starve to death?!"