Unlucky, sweet-on-the-outside but dark-within x gloomy male ghost
My ex-husband is a hopeless romantic.
I lied to him, using him for his body, his heart, his money, and his looks. I set him up and screwed him over countless times, but he never left me, blamed me, or scolded me. Every time, he just smiled and forgave me.
Until my ex-husband died.
As his sole heir, I had no choice but to inherit his vast fortune, and spent every day crying rivers of tears as I lived it up.
But being a scumbag comes with risks.
I hadn't enjoyed my good life for long before I transmigrated.
I ended up in some backward little village from an unknown dynasty.
The villagers tied me up and prepared to offer me to the mountain god.
Superstition is no good. I decided to let this mountain god, who was obviously just faking his divinity, have a taste of materialism's iron fist.
But on our wedding night, I yanked off my red veil and saw my dead ex-husband standing before me.
Help, it seems like ghosts really do exist in this world.
Probably a story about a twisted male ghost forcing someone to love him.
Written in third person, probably a short-to-medium-length sweet story.
The title and blurb may change, but the central premise will stay the same.
Theme: A fateful encounter
