Part 2Four Years After I Died, My Grandma Called My Toxic Ex

She didn't finish the sentence, perhaps out of respect for Nana.

But I knew exactly what she meant.

She wanted to say I was probably out messing around with some random woman.

See? Even though I had been dead for four years, this woman's disgust for me hadn't faded one bit.

Nana didn't pick up on the hostility. Seeing Olivia actually made her incredibly happy.

"Livvy! It's been so long since you came over for dinner. Don't you love Nana's homemade pot roast? Tomorrow is your birthday, come over and eat."

"You young people need to treat each other well when you're dating. My Ethan is a good boy, he just likes to keep his feelings bottled up."

"When he left the house today, he said he was going to buy you a birthday present. He wanted to give you a surprise tomorrow."

So Nana's memory was stuck on that exact day.

Back then, we were still deeply in love, attached at the hip like any other passionately dating couple.

And her childhood sweetheart hadn't returned yet.

What a shame.

Hearing this, a mocking smirk tugged at the corner of Olivia's mouth. "Nana, this isn't funny."

"Ethan and I already broke up."

"And if he went out to buy a birthday present, it was probably for another woman."

Nana stared at her, stunned. "You broke up? But Ethan never told me."

"Livvy, don't be mad. When Ethan gets back, I'll teach him a lesson!"

The little old lady looked adorable when she was angry.

I wanted to hug her, to tell her not to be upset, but my arms just phased right through her body.

Four years, and I still hadn't gotten used to being nothing but a ghost.