I Was His Wife in Life, Now I’m His Curse Novel – I had been dead for three years when my husband decided to divorce me for the sake of his true love. Because he hadn’t been able to reach me for a long time, he posted on social media accusing me of being heartless and dragging things out just to torture him. My best friend told him the truth.
She said I was dead. Vincent Thorne curled his lips into a cold smile. He was convinced I was playing the same old game of withholding affection to get his attention. “Elowen has been pulling this stunt for almost ten years. I’m sick of it.” “Tell her to show herself. My patience is running out.” Three years ago, during the elevator malfunction at Central Plaza Mall, he grabbed Isabella’s hand while I fell through the gap in the escalator.
He had no idea this had happened. — I had been dead for three years when Vincent finally called me. “Isabella is very sick. Marrying me is her last birthday wish.” He thundered into the phone. “Elowen, I have never met a woman as disgusting as you.” “You cling to the title of Mrs. Thorne, but you will never get anything out of it.” There was a pause on the other end. Then came the sound of a woman sobbing. It was faint and fragile.
Vincent’s brows pulled together. For the past three years, he had ignored every one of Elowen’s calls to punish her for being inconsiderate. Now he was irritated about waiting even a few more seconds, yet when he pictured the pale girl lying in a hospital bed, a sharp ache struck his chest. Fine. For Isabella’s sake, he could endure a little longer. Just as his patience was about to snap, the person on the phone let out a long breath.
“Mr. Thorne, Elowen has been dead for three years.” Vincent let out a short, mocking laugh. “Sophia, did you think I wouldn’t recognize you? Elowen put you up to this, didn’t she?” “Still playing the victim, still hoping I’ll come crawling back?” “Tell her it won’t happen.” “The only value she has left is giving me a divorce so she can take her share of the assets.” “Isabella has a severe heart condition. I need to stay with her as her husband.” Sophia, my best friend, was trembling as she held the phone.
After my death, she kept my number active for me. She couldn’t say a word, and tears streamed down her face. Vincent was sure this was just another one if my games. He delivered a final threat. “Tell Elowen that if she wants her family to stay safe, she needs to divorce me immediately.” But I was dead. How was I supposed to divorce him? And the family he was threatening was Starlight Children’s Home.
Margaret, the director, was my only family. She had raised me since I was a child. She was the person I loved most in this world. But she was old now and suffered from various age-related illnesses, especially severe hypertension. After I died, Sophia often visited the orphanage to help care for the children and keep an eye on Margaret’s health. When I was alive, I supported the orphanage with both money and effort.
After my death, Margaret cut off all ties with Vincent, including any financial aid he offered. Vincent assumed that Starlight Children’s Home and Margaret were still spending his money. That was never true. Unfortunately, Sophia was also an orphan and now only an ordinary employee. She couldn’t afford the medical care Margaret needed. The day after Vincent issued his threat, the famous doctor who had been treating Margaret stopped offering his help.
When Margaret regained consciousness after fainting again, she still smiled gently at the children gathered around her. “Don’t worry, I’m fine. You will all grow up healthy.” Just like I once did. Growing up here, carefree and happy. The thought of me made her eyes well up again. I reached out to wipe her tears. My hand passed through her. A sharp pain twisted through my chest. I hated myself for how useless I had become.
Only three days later, Vincent showed up at Starlight Children’s Home again. Seeing that Margaret could barely stand, he curved his mouth in satisfaction. “Mrs. Carter, why put yourself through this? Let Elowen divorce me, and I’ll bring in the best medical team for you.” Margaret shook her head. “Mr. Thorne, Elowen is dead. Why won’t you believe that?” “It’s about the money, isn’t it?” Vincent’s tone was dripping with arrogance. “All of you are just like Elowen.
Pretending to be pitiful.” Margaret slowly lifted her head. A strange light flickered in her eyes. “You have such great ability. Why don’t you go find her then?” I looked at Vincent as another wave of phantom heartache spread through me. I only learned after dying that ghosts could still feel pain. Why had I ever loved this man? Just then, Vincent picked up a call. A weak female voice drifted through the speaker. “Vincent, Elowen must hate me. That’s why she won’t show up.” “I never meant to take anything from her. Just being