Bab 111: 111. Wrath Of The King.

Three years later.

The beautiful hibiscus blooming under the sunlight was one among the many flowers I laid amid. My eyes were on the bright sky but my thoughts had wandered out of this world entirely. It had been three years since I got married into this ghost family and a ghost husband. I have been alone and I have been miserable.

My suspicions about this family became clear when nobody wanted to mingle with me when I am invited to parties and other upper-class events. No Montesorrie was present, not even my husband. Gus only accompanies me and monitors my every movement, he also detects where I go and where I don't.

Three years have passed and our relationship haven't improved one bit. He still gives me that ill look and still looks down on me.

My place in the house is nearly nothing but The Monsorries' puppet. I hear the little gossip of the maids in secret when they come to do their chores.