Chapter 6

My heart pounded twice—if I still had a heart.

Could Julian see me?

But if the spirit authorities found out I could be seen by mortals, they'd immediately send me back to the underworld. All my efforts would be for nothing.

However, the next second, Julian spoke again.

"Been hanging there for three years, aren't you tired? Maybe I should put someone else up there?"

That's when I realized he was talking to our wedding photo, hanging on the wall behind me.

In the picture, I was faking a smile, while Julian had a subtle smirk.

I immediately got angry.

"Oh, so you've wanted to find a new wife for ages, but those blind dates just weren't good enough, huh?"

But after saying it, I felt stupid.

I was the one who told my parents to set him up, and I was the one who wanted him to find a new partner.

Yet hearing him say that still hurt.

It was bad enough being conflicted when I was alive; why was my ghost self still fighting with both sides of my brain?

Ugh.

So annoyed, I made several more faces at Julian.

I even mimicked my gruesome death to try and scare him.

Julian suddenly looked away from the wedding photo, burying his face back in his book.

Just then, his phone rang.

I glanced at it. It was a call from Noah.

He was a friend we'd grown up with, always mild-mannered.

When Julian and I used to fight as kids, Noah would often try to mediate, only to inexplicably end up getting hit the most.

Julian answered the phone, and Noah's familiar gentle voice instantly came through.

"Julian, a friend recommended a pretty reputable therapist for you. Take your medication—"

His words were cut off.

"Busy. Gotta go."

Julian hung up abruptly.

I froze for a moment, a single question swirling in my mind: Why did Julian need to see a therapist?

After floating in circles for a while, I decided to visit Noah's dream and ask him.

Because with Julian's personality, even if I visited his dream and asked, he'd definitely lie to save face.