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My five ghostly husbands

Ruby was a genius; however, she tragically passed away after falling from the fiftieth floor of her own company's building. When she opened her eyes again, she found herself in an entirely different world. Have you ever heard about the Ghost World? I'm not referring to the world of deceased individuals, but rather a planet. Ruby was shocked when she woke up in the body of an twenty-year-old girl who was already married and had four ghostly husbands. Unfortunately, these husbands didn't love the original owner, and the original owner treated them poorly. The first husband leaned over with a sly smile on his face and said, "You think you can leave me, pretty wife? Nope! Once my eyes catch what I like, I will get it no matter what." The second husband angrily exclaimed, "I hate you, stupid witch! Don't leave me; your stupid husband loves you." The third husband innocently said, "Wife, I made my special soup for you," and proceeded to show bowls filled with blood. The fourth husband gently raised her chin and said, "Wife, I can't believe that with every passing second, minute, and hour, I'm falling for you even more." The fifth husband, who fell in love with her at first sight, looked at the camera and arrogantly smiled. "I fell in love with someone at first sight! Get ready to grab it; I'm throwing ten thousand gems to celebrate," he declared as the camera panned to a room filled with money and treasures. Ruby : "..." Please, someone, make me dead again. Warning: • Reserve Harem • 18+

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Chapter 112 Hungry and sad

Ruby's footsteps slowed as the fog thickened around her, swallowing the path ahead. She could barely see her own feet, and the twisted shadows of the branches above stretched across the ground like skeletal fingers.

Her stomach growled softly, a reminder of her poor decision to leave the house without bringing money.

Why did I run out like that…? she thought, sighing to herself. Adrian's words had struck a nerve, dragging memories she had tried hard to bury back to the surface.

The way he looked at her—the disbelief, the anger—reminded her too much of someone from her past. Someone whose face she didn't want to remember.

Ruby crossed her arms tightly over her chest, hoping the gesture would push the ache down.

But it didn't.

Now, standing alone under the faint light of the flickering old yellow street lamps, she regretted storming off.