On the wedding night, the young man was taken into the room by his older wife, but when he had just laid down, the wife opened the closet and took out something that made him kick the door open and run away.
Marrying a 50-year-old businesswoman was a “life-changing” dream that Ethan Cole – a 30-year-old unemployed man in Los Angeles, California – never thought would come true.
But then the opportunity came, and he grabbed it with all the calculation and charm he had.

His target – Miranda Stewart, the president of a high-end cosmetics company, widowed… but never married, rich, luxurious, and especially… difficult to approach.
And yet, after only 6 months of “courting”, with his sweetness and pretending to be innocent, Ethan made her agree to marry him.

“The young pilot and the rich woman” – hot news of the whole city

On the wedding day, the party was held at a resort on the Malibu coast, the media reported loudly.
The guests were all high-class, the wine was top-notch, and the room was filled with white roses.

Everyone whispered:

“This kid really won the lottery.”

“Marrying a beautiful, rich wife who has never been married before — a real upgrade!”

Ethan just smiled, his heart filled with the wine and… the prospect of wealth before his eyes.

That night, after the party ended, Miranda took his hand and led him to the most luxurious honeymoon room in the resort.

“Wait for me… I have a special gift.”

The room was filled with the scent of expensive perfume, and the flickering candlelight cast a shadow on the red velvet walls.

Miranda said gently, her voice hoarse and seductive:

“You just lie down and rest, I’ve prepared a little surprise… something I’ve reserved just for you.”

Ethan smiled, flopped down on the bed, his mind imagining all sorts of “experiences with experienced women”.

But then, just as he was about to fall asleep, a “click” sounded.

He opened his eyes.
Miranda was opening the large wooden cabinet at the end of the room.
Inside, she pulled out a shiny black suitcase and placed it on the table.
Then, to Ethan’s horror, she took out one by one:

A long platinum wig,

A tight black lace dress,

And… an old photo of Miranda with… another woman – the two of them kissing passionately.

Miranda turned around, her eyes sparkling as if drunk:

“Let me introduce you… this is Lana – the one who used to be my everything.”

Ethan was stunned.
Miranda gently placed the photo on the nightstand, gently stroked her wig, then put on the lace dress, her voice trembling as if talking to someone invisible:

“Lana is gone, but I still want… to let her share this night with us.

Don’t be afraid, I’ll let her… borrow my body for a little while.”

Ethan jumped up.

“Wh… what?!”

Miranda smiled, her eyes half-asleep, and began to whisper:

“Lana… you’re back, right? We’re together again…”

As she spoke, she turned around, holding the photo high in both hands, smiling softly.
A chill ran down Ethan’s spine.
He slowly backed away towards the door, trembling as he whispered:

“Are you… are you okay?”

Miranda stopped, staring at him, her voice low:

“It’s not you… it’s Lana.”

BOOM!

Ethan screamed, kicked open the door, and rushed out into the hallway, running down to the ground floor, despite wearing… only shorts.
The hotel staff heard the scream:

“Help me! She… she’s possessed!”
The whole resort was in an uproar.

The groom disappeared, leaving the bride still sitting in the mirror in her room, stroking her platinum wig.

The housekeeping staff recounted:

“Ms. Miranda sat up all night, not sleeping. She kept looking in the mirror, talking to herself, mentioning Lana’s name.”

At noon, the police were called, but Miranda remained calm, just smiling:

“It’s okay. Lana won’t hurt anyone. She just came to say goodbye to me one last time.”

Rumors spread throughout the California upper class.
Some said Miranda suffered from a mental disorder after losing her same-sex lover more than 15 years ago.
Some said she had hired a shaman to “call Lana’s spirit” back.

Ethan, after that night of escape, returned to his hometown and lived in seclusion.
He was still haunted every time he heard the sound of a locker being unlocked.

And Miranda?
She closed the door to her beach villa and rarely appeared in public.
Occasionally, people would still see her sitting by the window looking out at the ocean, stroking her platinum hair and whispering in the wind:

“Don’t worry, Lana… I still keep my promise.

And who knows, next time, I’ll find someone to continue with us….”

The sea breeze blew strongly, the white curtains swayed gently.
People swore that every full moon night, from that room still echoed two voices mingling together – one old, one young, one of the living, one of the dead…