My Husband Gave My Heart to His Girlfriend

A year after my unnatural death, my husband brought his new girlfriend to my grave.

My ghostly neighbor, a veteran resident of the cemetery, patted my shoulder, telling me that people needed to look forward.

But I was trembling all over, gripped by a sudden, chilling fear.

Because his new girlfriend had *my* heart.

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I’d been dead for a year, and Liam still made time to visit my grave every week. He brought lavish offerings, even fresh flowers.

My ghostly neighbor sighed wistfully, remarking how rare it was to find such a devoted man.

A hollow, bitter laugh escaped my lips.