Revenge After Death

“The truth is, Stephanie didn’t push Yasmin down the stairs,” Jack stated between sobs as he leaned against the wall. “I saw everything from downstairs.”

“Just get to the point!” Michael demanded coldly.

Jack said, “Eva and I were at your place that day. Yasmin and Stephanie got into a heated argument and Yasmin… She accidentally fell down the stairs. It wasn’t Stephanie’s fault.”

Then, he cried and confessed, “Okay, I lied. I purposely framed Stephanie… I didn’t speak up for her.”

Without saying anything, Michael grabbed Jack’s collar. In a sudden burst of fury, he struck Jack squarely in the face.

Jack’s panic surged as the force of the punch struck him. “Why the hell are you hitting me?” he shouted desperately. “You were the one who doubted her!”

With uncontrollable rage driving him, Michael landed another punch on Jack as if he aimed to kill Jack.

I looked at Rachel and asked, “No one’s going to die, right?”

Rachel clenched her fists. “Well, Jack deserves it.”

I nodded. Jack was unmistakably a scoundrel, and what he did to me would remain etched in my memory forever.

“Michael, why the hell are you still hitting me?” Jack coughed up blood. His agony deepened as he felt the jagged edge of a broken tooth.

“What makes you think you have the right to hit me? Do you think I’m blind to what’s happening

between you and Stephanie?

“You’ve slept with her, right? Yet, you refuse to admit it! Why?

“Why is it acceptable for you to be intimate with her but not me? Every damn time Ltouched her, she went ballistic. Despite her pretense of innocence, you’ve been intimate with her…”

Jack had a habit of spilling everything when he was agitated.

Michael’s face turned red with embarrassment. He grabbed Jack’s head and slammed it against the wall. He roared, “Did you fucking touch her?”

Jack was terrified, and he tried to escape. Unfortunately, Michael caught him and pinned him against the wall again.

Michael shouted frantically, “Tell me, what did you do to her?”

I watched from the doorway and noticed Michael’s cold, indifferent smile as he confronted Jack. It made me wonder if Michael truly didn’t know what Jack had done to me.

It was during the Ford family’s party that Jack tried to assault me sexually. Disheveled and distressed, I pleaded with Michael for help. NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

To my dismay, not only did he take Jack’s side, but Michael also accused me of intentionally behaving provocatively to seduce Jack. He even labeled me as cheap and dirty.

CIL

I thought that being reincarnated would rid me of such bitter memories, but reliving these painful moments still sent shivers down my spine.

I stormed into the room as my emotions were in turmoil. After shoving Michael aside, I grabbed Jack by the collar and smacked his face. Then, consumed by a frenzy, I continued to hit him relentlessly.

“Why don’t you go to hell!” My grip on Jack’s collar tightened as the urge to strangle him rose within

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Jack, battered by Michael’s earlier assault, lay sprawled on the ground. He looked at me with a feeble smile. “Stephanie… you… you’re alive…”

When I heard that, my body tensed up, and I instinctively kicked his abdomen.

Suddenly, he laughed hysterically. “Stephanie… I didn’t mean to kill you… it was never my intention.” Amidst his laughter, tears cascaded down his cheeks, and soon, they turned into audible cries.

It dawned on me that his remorse wasn’t for killing me but for the consequences it brought upon him. He was grappling with the notion that my demise had shattered his world.

I screamed at Jack, “I can’t believe you think a simple ‘I didn’t mean to kill her! will fix everything!

“You’re damned! Your filthy sins will stick to you like stench forever! Just go to hell!” With

uncontrollable rage, I kicked him frantically.

“And you, Michael! You’re no better!” I glared at him with my bloodshot eyes as I gritted my teeth. In my eyes, he bore the weight of utmost condemnation.

His suspicious gaze lingered on me as he asked, “Who are you?”

I took a deep breath and smiled sarcastically. “I’m your mother.”

Michael lowered his head and chuckled self–deprecatingly.

“No, it can’t be… she’s already dead,” he muttered, retreating a step and bracing himself against the wall. “She’s long gone! Even if you bear her likeness… you’re not her.”

My fists tightened as I shot him a look of pure disgust. “Stephanie didn’t push Yasmin down the stairs. Both of you are murderers! You both deserve punishment!”

Rachel hurried over and pulled me away. “Michael, open your eyes! It’s Yasmin who’s been setting up Stephie from the start. She’s the one who killed Stephie!”

Michael said nothing as he leaned against the wall.