The Day I Died, He Married Her

Chapter 23

Epilogue

After becoming a ghost, I spent my days traveling and exploring, wandering across half of China.

In a small Miao village, while basking in the moonlight with a handsome young man who had died of illness, an uninvited guest suddenly appeared.

The young man frowned at the intruder. "Rachel, is this some romantic trouble you forgot to settle?"

Absorbing the moon's essence, I didn't even glance over. "Impossible. The fortune teller said I'd only have one true love in this lifetime."

Ethan Winters was alive and well—there was no way he'd come looking for me.

"Rachel." A familiar whisper carried from the distance.

I was so startled that I tumbled right off the tree branch.

Ethan floated over and caught me before I hit the ground.

"Rachel." His eyes shone with joy, as if he'd found something precious he thought was lost forever. "I finally found you."

Terrified, I dissolved into a wisp of smoke and hid behind the young man. "Handsome! There's a ghost!"

The young man sighed. "Rachel, we are ghosts."

Ethan looked wounded. "Rachel, you let him call you 'Rachel' so intimately."

I scoffed. "He's my one-hundred-and-eightieth boyfriend. You don't get to dictate what he calls me."

The fortune teller once said I was destined to have only one love in my lifetime.

I refused to believe it.

So after I died, I made it a habit to find a new boyfriend in every place I visited.

They took me sightseeing, treated me to meals, and were generally good to me.

The only downside? Being a ghost meant there were certain... limitations.

Not that I had any particular intentions, of course.

Death had simply set me free—unrestrained, untethered, and utterly carefree.

Ethan Winters, however, was heartbroken. He chased after me, insisting on becoming my one hundred and eighty-first boyfriend.

I turned him down.

When I was alive, he was all I ever thought about.

Now that I was dead, I had no interest in repeating the past.