Three Years Dead: His Soulmate's Return

Three years. Three long years since I died for Kaelen Thorne, Lord of Blackwood Manor, battling a magical storm that threatened us all. But as I lay dying, he shielded her, the woman he truly favored, dismissing me as "a pale imitation, a mere convenience." My last breath was a choked whisper of disbelief, fueling a hatred so profound it tore my soul from my body, anchoring it to this desolate, storm-swept graveyard. For three years, I wandered the Grey Wastes, a spectral entity consumed by bitter malice, until I found myself screaming at his grave, a furious phantom. He flinched, haunted by my voice, convinced I was a vengeful spirit. But then, a spectral Caretaker revealed the brutal truth: Kaelen was bound by a Shadow Curse, forced to feign indifference, compelled to push away his true beloved to protect them both. Just as his despair triggered a forbidden ritual at my empty tomb, I gasped, air flooding my lungs. I was back in my body, three years in the past. Tonight, I will rewrite our cursed destiny. Tonight, he' ll learn what I truly am.