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The Ghost He Couldn't See

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 758    |    Released on: 13/06/2025

revelation and Thorne' s icy c

oke. But doubt was a worm, b

room, looking small and in

said, her voice laced with conce

he accident, Brooke. Tell

she was upset about something, arguing wit

ut?" Ethan pressed, a n

so fast." She clutched his hand. "Don't be mad

ctress. I wan

l now, with the cl

nctive turn of the wheel, trying to take the impact o

, yes, but not at me.

s dazed, a few scratches, but her leg... her leg was fine then.

wisted it, hard. A small, sharp cry of real pain, quickly morphing into a theatrical wail

atic injury. Seeing I was badly hurt

wouldn't see it. He

My sister, the journalist.

cameras. West Side Hig

his mind a turmoil. He we

est Side Highway. I ne

. Ms. Chen, Ava Miller' s sister, she' s alr

rprised. Olivia

d in favors. As Chief Re

video file was on hi

icked

was chilli

other vehic

ody clearly twisting to shield t

im

ath. Me, slumped

Br

d closer to

scious. Looking aro

ning, deliberate twist. Her face contorting in pain, then smo

de a cho

Watched it ag

undeniabl

g Ava grievously injured, faked th

up, his ey

they' d found him. An acquaintance of Brooke'

s... mo

' s room. She was asle

is voice wa

red open. "Etha

video paused on the mome

ain t

hite. The victi

tared. Then, a cold, har

"I was tired of being second best. You were

oiled as

areer, the fancy apartment, the respect. Everyone

Ethan whispered, his voice

s for me. I just wanted my fair share. You w

ated malice in her v

had practically raised,

stranger.

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“Ethan and I were a medical power couple, brilliant doctors at Mount Sinai West, building a life, a future. My world, however, shattered in a horrific car crash. My head throbbed, my vision blurred, and though my words were clear enough to convey a severe neurological emergency, the man I loved, Dr. Ethan Hayes, rushed past my trauma bay. He called me "dramatic," dismissing my critical state to focus on his stepsister, Brooke, who he believed had a 'shattered leg.' I watched, a helpless ghost, as my body flatlined, the monitor's unbroken tone signaling my death. He still didn't know, too preoccupied with fixing Brooke's "injuries," too blind to her manipulative tears and lies about the accident. The betrayal was colder than death itself. Five years, a future planned, all discarded for a carefully crafted pretense. My heart, or what was left of it, ached with an unbearable truth. The true horror, the one that would forever define his torment, was a secret I carried even into the afterlife: I was pregnant. With our child. The baby he unknowingly condemned with his catastrophic medical negligence. His world was about to unravel – spectacularly, brutally. And I, his silent, invisible companion, would be tethered to him, watching every agonizing moment as his brilliant career, his sanity, and his very soul disintegrated.”
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