Revenge After Death

Chapter 349

Chapter 349

I parked my car a distance away and walked to the demolition zone of Bridgeway Route. Steven remained silent throughout the journey. He was unsure how to stop me, yet also dissatisfied with my decision to meet Carol.

I felt furious with him because he consistently prevented me without providing any explanation. He should have clearly explained the reasons behind his actions. For instance, he could have mentioned that Carol tended to be aggressive and might cause harm to me.

Any valid explanation would have been acceptable to me. However, he chose to remain silent and stubbornly prevented me from proceeding. How could I be happy about it?

"Stephie..." Upon noticing my anger, he promptly bowed his head and meekly trailed behind me at a distance of three meters. Just as I was about to step into the demolition zone, he softly uttered my name.

I glanced back at him. He was tall and attractive, but appeared fragile when wearing an oversized sweater, as if he had been a target of bullying.

I scoffed and ignored him. I couldn't constantly compromise and cater to his every desire.

Seeing that I had ignored him, his eyes were a little red. He sniffed and continued to follow me, not too far away but not too close either.

I intentionally quickened my pace, as if I were flaunting my impatience.

my husband was keeping something from me and was protecting the person who

right to express my anger. Shouldn't he be able

let out a deep growl before turning into an alley. The alley was in a state of disarray, with gangsters and homeless people

deep fear of these individuals, likely because of

How much

"Shall we?"

offensive language as if all women who visited this place were

attempted to disregard those individuals and leave swiftly. However, they persisted, using their hands to prevent

in his embrace. His strong arm surrounded me, and his soothing voice whispered, "I'm here." The men sneered, startled by

grasped my hand and guided me down the

do you think I'm pretentious?" I asked him

does it feel like to be afraid?

"You mentioned feeling like a monster, lacking emotions, and longing for a normal life. You expressed envy towards those who seem

alley stretched ahead, deep, long,

though I had caught a glimpse of Steven in the past. As he walked into the alley

finally achieved success and started a new life. This is