Revenge After Death

“Rach, do you believe in souls?” 1 anxiously looked at Rachel, unsure if she would believe me. “I’m Stephanle…”

Rachel was in shock for a long time. With a hand over her mouth, she didn’t say a word for a while, Maybe my explanation was too forced and unbelievable.

“What do you want?” Rachel frowned after a long time had passed. She appeared somewhat angry. “How do you know all that? Why are you limpersonating Stephanie? Do you think I’m a fool?”

She looked at me with caution, as if wondering if I was a suspect or an accomplice.

It was indeed challenging for anyone to accept someone suddenly appearing and claiming to be their deceased friend.

“Relax, relax.” I quickly raised my hands, making a calming gesture,

Rachel was stunned for a moment and grew more cautious,

She was probably wondering why I knew so much about Stephanie’s secrets.

“Do you suspect me of being one of the murderers or an accomplice? Do you think I did something to Stephanie before her death, forced her to reveal the secrets between you, and then came to deceive you?”

I voiced Rachel’s doubts. She remained silent, maintaining her caution.

feel free to ask me any questions. Ask about the I raised my hands as I explained, “If you think so, secrets only you and Stephanie know. Stephanie couldn’t have told other people all her secrets. I

am Stephanie…”

Rachel’s eyes reddened. Perhaps she was hoping that I was Stephanie, but we were both atheists. How could we believe that someone had reincarnated into another person? Such a plot was typically found only in novels.

“I have Stephanie’s bank cards with me.” Rachel cautiously looked at me.

I said, “There are two cards. One is my scholarship card, and the other is my salary card.

“The scholarship card has over 30 thousand, and the salary card has 10 thousand, which I earned for Michael and Yasmin’s wedding gift. There’s also a joint card for our donation to the orphanage.

I once wished Michael and Yasmin a happy and lasting marriage. Unfortunately, they only take my life.

My eyes flashed with a hint of resentment as I talked about Michael and Yasmin.

Rachel asked again, “Stephanie had plastic surgery. Which part did she modify?”

wanted to

I was annoyed by Rachel’s question. Women blessed with natural beauty often disliked receiving comments about having undergone plastic surgery.

“I was born beautiful. Did I need plastic surgery? I didn’t do anything.”

“That’s the wrong answer. I accompanied her for eyelash extensions.” Rachel waved her hand.

I was left speechless by her words.

“Rachel, are eyelash extensions considered plastic surgery? I remember you brought me to that beauty salon where the extensions didn’t match the length of my natural lashes.

“As a result, my lashes fell into my eyes, causing me to get conjunctivitis.”

Rachel looked at me with some uncertainty. “Where did you get your eyelash extensions done?”

“I went to Beauty Magic on Sisilia Street. The moment I walked in, the salesperson complimented my looks and praised my skin

“She even suggested semi–permanent eyeliner and eyebrows, saying I wouldn’t need makeup in the

future.‘

Rachel tightened her grip on her cup of water as she continued to ask, “Did Stephanie love Michael?”

I held my breath for a moment and replied slowly, “Stephanie no longer loved Michael. If she still did, then all the pain she endured would be justified.”

Rachel averted her gaze, wiping away her tears. “I’ll temporarily believe that you have some connection with Stephanie.

“But I find it hard to believe that you’re Stephanie herself. So, just be straightforward with me. What

want?”

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“Yasmin killed me…” Fearful that Rachel wouldn’t accept it, I revised my words.

“Yasmin killed Stephanie. She intentionally asked Stephanie to go to Sunset Alley on the 15th. She didn’t inform anyone else and deceived Stephanie into going there. In the end, Stephanie was killed by the murderer.”

Rachel turned abruptly to look at me. “Do you have evidence?”

I shook my head. “I don’t have evidence, but I… Stephanie’s phone has a recording of a call with Yasmin. Hasn’t the police retrieved the data?”

Rachel frowned. “Data recovery is complicated. It’s not as simple as you might think. It takes some

time.”

I nodded. “Once the phone recording is recovered, Yasmin won’t be able to escape. She knows that.”