Revenge After Death

Chapter 173

Michael’s bloodshot eyes made it seem as if he wanted to kill someone.

I shoved him hard and snarled at him as my breath quickened. “You have no right to say that! Didn’t she die because of you? Weren’t you the one who asked her to lure away the killer? And if she hadn’t died, would you have let her give birth to that baby?”

“I would’ve!” Michael’s fist crashed into the trash can behind me.

The trash can toppled with a clatter, and we both fell silent.

Then, we glanced nervously toward the courtyard, fearing that the man might have heard the commotion.

But when a scavenger approached to collect the trash, we both sighed in relief.

“I would have married her,” Michael said in a hoarse voice after a long silence.

It sounded like he was telling me this, or perhaps he was just mumbling it to himself.

“Do you believe in ghosts?” Michael asked with a self–mocking tone.

I didn’t answer.

“I think I saw her the other day…” he said.

I had no idea which day he was referring to, but it wasn’t like I cared anyway.

Shortly after, Zion arrived with Phil and a handful of plainclothes officers to avoid

drawing unwanted attention.

over the fence into the yard and quietly opened the

and I dashed

and slender man who was munching on fast food was now pressed

relaxed, as if he had been expecting us.

a suspect in a murder case. Please come with us to the station.”

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man silently smiled.

his face was burned,

cold and

man looked at me

run down my spine, so I

shielding me

his

Zion, I said in a low voice, “I guess that’s

Leave Steven, divorce him,” Michael said as he firmly gripped

wrist.

again. Yet, it seemed that he had made up his

you out

suddenly laughed. “You just can’t seem to stop seeing me as Stephanie Carlson, can you? Do you think that you can absolve

head in silence.

hard as I could,

the courtyard, refusing to let go despite my

“Michael!” I shouted.

next moment, I was thrown into his car and locked from the

It felt like I was reliving the nightmares of my

heartlessly torture