Revenge After Death



"Yes, a heavy rainstorm came through, Michael said, reaching his hand toward me. "The flowers outside are in full bloom, and the air is especially fresh today.'

I took his hand and got out of bed, walking out to the balcony from the bedroom. The villa was located on top of the mountains, offering fresh air and a perfect view of the entire mountain in sight.

"When did we move here?" My mind was still in a state of confusion. I remembered moving in a while ago, yet I had a feeling that I was forgetting something.

Michael replied, "Just a few days ago. Are you still not used to it?'

I shook my head.

For some reason, I liked it here very much.

"Mom, Dad, Stevie escaped!" The kids were shouting for us from the door.

I quickly walked out. Ashton was anxiously telling me that Stevie had escaped.

I comforted him, 'Don't be anxious. Stevie is very smart. He'll come back on his own."

Ashton stood in the hallway, looking at me with reddening eyes. "What if Stevie never comes back?"

There was an inexplicable pang in my heart. I smiled as I reassured him, "He will."

Soon enough, we heard Stevie's barks. I chuckled and ruffled Ashton's hair. "Isn't he back now?"

For some reason, there were still tears in his eyes. He turned and ran away without even looking at Michael." This child'

"It's normal for their personalities to be somewhat reserved. They were adopted from the orphanage, after all. Ashton is rather lively, but Xan doesn't really say much," Michael explained.

Inodded. The voice inside my memory was telling me that both Ashton and Xan were adopted.

However, I kept feeling that there was a cloudy veil in my mind.

"Where's Ms. Ewing?" I subconsciously asked.

Michael was momentarily stunned. He looked at me for a moment before replying, "Ms. Ewing? My mom passed away in a car accident a few days ago. So, she decided to return to her hometown."

I covered my mouth, looking at him in shock. 'Aunt Lois... passed away?"

Michael nodded and hugged me. "You're a bit overwhelmed with sadness right now, but you'll feel better soon.

"That's so sudden... She was just fine..." I mumbled.

What exactly was happening?

"I feel as if I had a long, long dream, Michael. I seemed to have died once in my dream... There was someone named Yasmin by your side...'

Michael chuckled and replied, "Your dream is so vivid. I think I do have an acquaintance named Yasmin, but we haven't really interacted much."This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

I stared at him dumbly. Did that never happen at all?

He said, "Alright, my mom's car accident must've reminded you of the one your parents got into back then, and that's why you're overwhelmed with sadness now. It's normal that your memories are jumbled up given that you still have some brain hemorrhage.

"I've got your favorite dishes ready. Let's go downstairs and eat." Michael took my hand and brought me downstairs.

He was treating me well and seemed to love me a lot. There was no Yasmin or other complications coming

between us. We even adopted two children and a dog.

Even though this warm and happy scene suggested that I was living a happy life, why did I still feel an emptiness in my heart?

It felt like I was living in a dream created by someone else, and my dreamweaver did not include themselves in the story.

"Wait..." As we went downstairs, I caught a glimpse of my face in the reflection of the glass. For some reason, my chest tightened suddenly. I hurriedly turned and rushed into the bathroom.

I stared at my own reflection in the bathroom in shock.

That was right. It was still me. This was still my-Stephanie Carlson's-face. It was the same, blemishless face. "Stephie." Michael worriedly hugged me from behind. 'Are you feeling scared again, Stephie? You were abducted and trapped in a glass cabinet by a killer a year ago. You were already on the brink of death when we found you.

"You've been in and out of unconscious since then, and you only regained consciousness fully a few days ago. You'd sleep for an unusually long time. And when you do wake up, you'd forget about what happened the day before. You'd even confuse dreams with reality.'

Michael softly explained, "You're struggling with some serious mental health issues, Stephie. That's why I brought you over to the villa in the mountains."

I looked at Michael, shocked.