The Undeniable Dead

For three years, I’d been a silent, unseen presence, a ghost tethered to the man who ruined my life: Rick Thompson.

Today, his opulent Manhattan penthouse boomed with a lavish birthday party for his new fiancée, a celebration that should have been my own.

Amidst the champagne and laughter, Rick casually remembered me, his ex, telling his assistant to send me leftover food at the "wellness clinic" he’d sent me to.