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...

crisscrossing horizontally and vertically, a

well... I don't know how to make you believe me," Michael said, his voice hoarse and

and I'll make it right. I'm willing to do whatever it takes to earn your forgiveness. Just give me

voice was hoarse and choked. "Even if you

point of doing this now? Why didn't you cherish

recognize you, Stephie." his voice trembled as he asked

me,

you forgive me?" he seemed

go to hell." My voice was raspy, deep,

have been better off dead. Why did he mistreat

embrace around me suddenly halted, his arms gradually releasing their grip. Leaning back, he slumped in his seat and

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

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

Steven had hurt me. He thought

I'll never want any of the trash who hurts me," I whispered