Even After Death Novel (Olivia)

The woman rubbed her temples. "Go back first. I'll think of something. Don't draw any suspicion to yourself."

"Alright."

Jacqueline suddenly thought about something. "By the way, how's Dad?"

The woman's expression changed drastically. She sneered. "He's a stubborn man. I plan to inflict the pain he caused me back to him a thousandfold!"

A pained expression flashed on Jacqueline's face. "Mom, why don't we stop this? We've already ruined his family over the years. It should be enough." "Enough? In your dreams! He deserves this!"

The woman grabbed Jacqueline's collar. "I'm warning you, I'm your mother. I won't forgive you if you dare change your mind about our plans."

"Mom, I know that. I'm your daughter. I'll definitely be on your side."

Jacqueline broke free from the woman's grasp and looked at her with some fear in her eyes.

The woman had been emotionally unstable all these years. She could've gotten her face fixed, but her obsession ran too deep.

She said she wanted to remember the pain it caused her, and she planned to pay it back a thousand times over.

She had been plotting all her life. In Jacqueline's opinion, the woman wouldn't feel joy even if she managed to exact her revenge.

The Fordham family was in turmoil, so Jacqueline headed home hastily. After she left, the woman got up and hobbled toward the basement.

The door to the basement was tightly shut. She scanned her fingerprint, and the door slowly opened.

Then, she slowly walked into the basement. There was a man with his limbs chained down in the dark and damp basement. His head was drooping, and it looked like he was already dead. She approached him with a feverish obsession in her eyes. "David, do you know how long I've waited for this?"

The man slowly raised his head when he heard her voice. He hadn't gotten anything to drink for the past two days, so his lips were chapped.

He looked like he was in his 40s or 50s. There were some wrinkles on his face. Time had left its mark on his face, but he didn't look old or worn. Instead, there was a unique masculine charm to him. He gazed at the woman coldly with his dark pupils. "I should've known it was you, Deborah! I shouldn't have listened to Shana and allowed you to live. You've ruined my family, you witch!" The woman, Deborah Johnson, tilted his chin and forced him to look at her.

"What? Do you think I'm ugly now? I wouldn't have ended up like this if not for you! Do you even know how I survived all these years?"

"Even now, you're still completely unrepentant. You were the one who caused all the harm to yourself. If you hadn't tried to splash acid on Shana's face, you wouldn't have burned your face like this. "So many years have passed, but you're still the same as before. In fact, you might have gotten worse. You're disgusting."

Deborah gave him a resounding slap. "Shut up! I was the one who met you first. Why didn't you love me? Why did it have to be that bitch, Shana?"

Her face already looked terrifying with the acid burns, but it looked even scarier when contorted with anger.

"So, you did all these atrocious things because I don't love you? You're my children's aunt. How could you hurt them? My daughter wasn't even 25 years old when she died. You're a demon!"

David was overcome with sorrow when he said that.

Deborah burst out in laughter. She laughed so hard that she started to tear up.

"So what? I swore I would destroy your family back then and that you would spend the rest of your life in pain and regret. I'll never forgive you! You'll never be rid of me for the rest of your life!"