Revenge After Death

Chapter 81

“Steve, have you ever killed someone?” I asked under the dim lights.

He paused and looked at me intensely, neither answering nor denying

“Go to sleep,” he said, pulling back the covers for me to slip into.

I hesitated for a moment but eventually crawled in.

It was raining outside, and the room felt a bit cold. I hated the cold… Whenever it got cold, my muscles would tense up as if I was shivering.

I understood that I was someone who lacked a sense of security and love.

It was because of this lack of love that I had loved Michael for so many years in the past.

My love for Michael, perhaps, was just to fill the emptiness in my heart.

Honestly, everyone was selfish. Who could truly be selfless and live solely for one person in their heart and mind?

Take Michael, for example. He appeared to love Yasmin so much, yet he did so many disgusting things to me.

Recalling those past experiences, it was truly nauseating….

Steven went to take a shower, and the frosted glass door of the bathroom allowed in the yellowish light.

During the time we spent together, I noticed that Steven liked to soak himself in the bathtub.

that he might drown himself. This time was no

I felt myself getting sleepy, he showed no sign of

I found myself worrying that he

he was in the bathroom… still

up and tentatively knocked on the door, but there was no response. I was starting to

be dead, but how could a murderer die

pushed open the bathroom door

dissipated yet, and he was curled up in the bathtub as if he had

to sleep with me from the

the attic room, he also got used to

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I walked over

just curled up his

so I reached

enough, he had

the lights and boiled water, looking for

calling out

“Liar…”

did he keep saying Stephie was a liar? What did Stephanie

to you?”

know what exactly happened between

some memories from the

have to wait for Stephie, I can’t leave.