Revenge After Death

Chapter 500

In the past, I believed that death could inflict pain on those who harmed me. I viewed it as the ultimate retaliation against the organization.

But now, such notions seemed childish. My death wouldn't harm those villains; it would only bring sadness and despair to the ones I loved, repeatedly.

Summoning all my strength, I lifted my hands to hold Steven's face, managing a weak smile. "Long time no see, Steven..." My Steven.

Steven stiffened at my touch, his eyes closing as warm tears landed on my eyelashes.

He was such a crybaby... It was hard to reconcile that with the man who went berserk and lashed out at others.

"I've prayed countless times, hoping that you'll be fine..." Steven whispered softly, his voice trembling.

"I never knew a genius would believe in a higher power too," I joked weakly.

He chuckled. "I don't... but when a heart feels empty, it needs something to lean on, Stephie."

I stared at him blankly, suddenly recalling a faint yet vivid memory buried deep within me.

memory, one of my high school classmates, perhaps named

knowing that there was no higher power in this world, Cecile's grandmother fervently prayed every day for her.

Cecile, deeming her grandmother's

I couldn't grasp the significance either.

Cecile, "Do your grandmother's prayers truly make a difference? There are no gods

and responded, "My

was unable to comprehend them fully. Yet now, I finally understand

was truly Stephanie Carlson, the moment Steven and Rachel started treating me as

compelled to keep going, to stay alive until

her. Keep your eyes on me and me alone. I'm the embodiment of your love," I declared

did I imagine I'd feel jealous of the face of my past self

hesitation, always indulging

into unconsciousness, or perhaps it was more like falling into a deep

I no longer needed to fret or ponder. I could finally drift into a peaceful sleep. It

You goddamn bitch!" I heard someone

known