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.

the fence into the yard and quietly opened the door from

and I

on fast food was now pressed up against the couch by

if he had been expecting us. “What do you want?” he asked.

“You’re under arrest as a suspect in a murder case. Please come with

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man silently

tall man, but half of his face was burned,

cold

the man looked at me with a

my spine,

behind him, shielding me with his body. However, I

his

the man left with Zion, I said in a low voice, “I guess that’s it. Bye, Mr. Ford.”

I’m serious. Leave Steven, divorce him,” Michael said as he firmly gripped

wrist.

I tried to shake off his hand again. Yet, it seemed that he had

out

can’t seem to stop seeing me as Stephanie Carlson, can you? Do you think that you can absolve your

head in silence.

go of me!” I struggled as hard as I could, but I was no

forcefully dragged me out of the courtyard, refusing to let

“Michael!” I shouted.

into his car and locked from the

like I was reliving the nightmares of my previous

and heartlessly torture me all over