Chapter 2

2 Firefighters pulled me out, but it was too late.

I was hooked up to a ventilator, my body merely existing.

My soul watched over my body.

If it wasn't for the breathing machine, I would have left already.

I could see my brother, Dave, in the hallway.

He was screaming into the phone at Mark.

"Nan is your wife! How could you go to the hospital with a secretary instead of your own wife?"

Jenny was fine, just shaken up.

But Mark, overcome with worry, refused the emergency care provided at the scene. He took her to the best hospital in the next city.

I was in the closest hospital to the fire, one power outage away from death.

I listened in on their conversation.

Mark's voice was casual.

"Watch your mouth, Dave. Jenny's been my best friend since forever.

"If we're really talking about who doesn't belong, it's Nan."

Dave was about to shatter his phone.

"What happened back then wasn't her fault! She's dying!"

Mark scoffed.

"Let her die then.

"When did you two start acting so dramatically?"

Then, a voice on the other end:

"Mark, I think I have a burn on my leg, it really hurts."

"I'm on it."

The phone hung up.

Dave was red in the face. He threw his phone against the wall, shattering it.

He put his forearm up to hide his face, and stared at me through the glass.

Mark hates me.

Before the SATs, Jenny wanted to relax. She asked me to hang out with her.

Unfortunately, we ran into the wrong crowd. She got hurt, which made her miss the SATs.

Mark blamed me for ruining her future.

After missing the SATs, she studied abroad, which meant Mark had to marry someone from our social circle.

He said I ruined his life and future with Jenny.

But Jenny's grades were average. She would've studied abroad either way.

But I couldn't prove it.

It was all hypothetical.

The broken engagement between the Qins and the Jennys made it more real.

I could never say I'd liked him since the beginning.

Even though our fifth anniversary was coming up.

The doctor said I didn't have much time.

Dave was determined not to give up.

But my soul knows that the doctor is right.

I'm sorry, Dave, but it's time for me to go.

Before I go, I need to divorce Mark.

I don't want "Mark's Wife" on my tombstone.

I need to erase every trace of Mark from my life, and pass as Nan.

Dave got a new phone, but he didn't want to call Mark.

If Mark still cared, he would have tried to reach Dave.

But not one phone call came.

So I did it myself.

As a spirit, I can control some electronics.

I connected to my phone, and called Mark.