Revenge After Death

The ambulance arrived and whisked Yasmin away

I watched as Michael anxiously lifted Yasmin into his arms. He even glared at me fiercely.

Everyone present bore witness to me pushing Yasmin down the stairs. Even the servants from Ford family sided with them.

At that moment, I was in a daze. I even started doubting if it was me who pushed Yasmin down the stairs.

Once again, I fell into the trap of self–incrimination.

I didn’t know how to explain myself. It seemed wrong to explain myself, but not explaining myself was also wrong. I curled up under the stairs and waited for a very long time.

Finally, Michael returned at dawn.

I stood up with bloodshot eyes and choked out, “Michael, it wasn’t me.”

There was a resounding slap as he struck me. My ears rang intensely…

My nose bled, and my hearing was muffled. I probably had a ruptured eardrum. He put a lot of force into that slap.

“Do you know that Yasmin’s sister wanted to call the police? You had deliberately hurt her!” he yelled.

He then dragged me up from the ground and forcefully pulled me into the study.

“Stephanie, have I spoiled you to the point where you dare to do something illegal?” he roared.

He continued, “What’s next? Do you plan on killing someone?”

I covered my face and looked at Michael, desperately wishing he would believe me. I cried and pleaded, shaking my head.

“Michael, it wasn’t me. It truly wasn’t me,” I said, but he did not believe me at all.

“Jack saw it. It wasn’t me. I didn’t push her. It truly wasn’t me,” I explained desperately, nearly getting on my knees as I begged him to believe me.

Yet he did not believe me.

“Jack said he saw you push Yasmin down the stairs! Yet you still want to deny it!”

My heart sank at his words.

Right, how could I be so foolish to think that Jack would stand up for me? After all, they were the ones who spread rumors about me to ruin my reputation from the start.

“If Yas doesn’t forgive you when she wakes up, I’ll send you to prison!”

He said he wanted to send me to prison. It scared me. I was unwilling to accept that.

After the death of my parents, I worked desperately and studied hard. My hard work was what gave

current achievements. I refused to accept having it destroyed in such a manner.

me my

“I refuse to go to prison. I didn’t push her!” I stared at him fearfully. My breathing was shaky.

Terrified, I stood up and found the courage to push him aside. I then desperately fled the Ford home.

I ran from this place I once thought was paradise but later turned out to be hell.

I ran and hid in a dark alley for a long time. I was terrified. At that moment, I felt utterly alone.

I did not remember when I fell asleep. Nor did I recall who placed a worn but clean blanket over me. was not sure who left a cup of cheap but clean tea and a lollipop beside me either.

This was not the first time someone had left me a lollipop while I was alone in the dark.

In the past, when my parents were still alive, I would frequently throw tantrums and run away from home. Every time I woke up, there would be a lollipop by my side.

“Who are you?” I mumbled as I looked around.

Who was the person who always silently watched over me?

“Could you

take me away if you aren’t human? I’m very cowardly, so I dare not kill myself.”

I did not dare to die. If I could genuinely die, I would have followed my parents when they passed

away.

On the day of the car accident, I saw the blood of my parents mixing with broken glass.

They said, “Stephie, you must live on. Carry a part of us and live on. Bring us along to witness the future of this world…‘

I couldn’t possibly dare to die as I had been burdened with too much.

I

Michael had people searching for me for many days, but there was no sign of me. It was his and Yasmin’s wedding day, but the atmosphere was not very lively.

Perhaps it was my imagination, but both Yasmin and Michael did not look well.

“Michael, she’s not coming back,” said Rachel as she walked over. She looked at Michael and Yasmin’s wedding photo and sneered before kicking it. Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“How disgusting,” she said.