Revenge After Death

Michael was stunned. "Stephie..."

I looked at Michael and ripped the letter into pieces. "None of this matters now. Stephanie is dead."

Stephanie was dead, and the past no longer held any significance. What I knew for certain was that the pain in my heart was unbearable when I intentionally left just now, seeing Steven in such agony. It felt as though my heart was on the verge of shattering into pieces.

"I want to get out of the car," I requested Michael to stop the car.

However, he had no intention of stopping.

"Stop the car!" Overwhelmed by my emotions, I desperately struggled to unlock the car door.

Michael gestured to the driver to keep going and raised his hand to keep me in my seat. "Stephanie! Are you going to continue being crazy with him? I know you hate me and I know you want to punish me. Isn't that enough?"

His face clearly displayed a mix of distress and fury.

I struggled to distance myself from him, but he released me with eyes burning with emotion. He then discarded his suit, rolled up his sleeves, and revealed the scars on his wrists...

before. They were crisscrossing horizontally and

punishing myself as well... I don't know how to make you believe me," Michael said, his

me what you want me to do, Stephie. Just say it, and I'll make it right. I'm willing to do whatever it takes to earn your forgiveness. Just give me the chance." Michael hugged me tightly, unable to contain his

choked. "Even if you ask me to die,

dead. What's the point of doing this now? Why didn't you cherish her when

Stephie." his voice trembled

please..." He tightly embraced me, desperately pleading for

can you forgive me?" he seemed to

My voice was raspy, deep, brimming

would have been better off dead. Why did he mistreat me from the

arms gradually releasing their grip. Leaning back, he slumped in his seat and uttered

stop the car. I didn't even glance at Michael

much worse than what I've done, you still have to choose him, right?" Michael asked

efforts to find proof that Steven had hurt me. He thought that by revealing

and hurting me, I will leave him... I'll never want any of the trash who hurts me," I whispered as I opened the car door