Revenge After Death ( Michael Ford )

Chapter 102

Steven and I walked on the sidewalk as cars streamed past us on the highway.

He took slow steps forward as he carried me on his back.

As I was slightly tired, I fell asleep on his back.

I had a dream. In the dream, various scenes flashed through my mind.

There was a little boy of mixed ancestry. He looked like a Prince Charming from a fairytale.

He was carrying a little girl in a red dress and running as fast as he could.

"You'll be alright, Stephie. We'll be home soon."

He comforted me as he ran, saying, "Stephie, wake up. Don't fall asleep.

"Stephie, wake up. Try to eat something..."

I woke up in a startle. I took quick breaths as I observed my surroundings. I didn't even know when I'd

arrive home.

Steven was waking me up to eat something.

I looked at Steven and rubbed my eyes. "I don't feel like eating."

"Just a tiny bit." Steven pushed the bowl to me as he encouraged me to eat.

"I told you, I don't feel like it! I've no appetite!" I said frustratedly as I pushed Steven's hand away. The soup in the bowl spilled all over the floor. He sat there, staring at me silently.

I got up in frustration. With my head pounding, I walked back to my room.

I felt like a puppet to this lunatic. The feeling terrified me.

I was too tired, so I fell asleep again once I hit my bed.

The early symptoms of pregnancy were getting obvious. I was lethargic and emotionally unstable...

As I fell into a deep sleep, I started to dream again.

"He loves you, doesn't he? That's why I'm returning you to him with an appearance he'll love....

"You'll be like his favorite toy. I'll make you pretty.

"He loves you so much. Why did you lie to him? Why? You deserve your

death...

"Do you know your lies nearly killed him? How dare you forget him and be with another man you're

so filthy... Your heart is dark, and your body is dirty."

In the dream, t

those blurry scenes began to come into focus. What happened before my death became

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clear too.

The murderer had stood at my bedside with a surgical knife. He was slowly peeling my skin and removing my nails so that he could embed diamonds into my flesh. He looked at me with an expression of a madman and smiled savagely. "You look prettier now, I made

you

into a doll so that you can belong to him forever..."

He then put me into a glass display cabinet.

He said with the voice of a devil, "This used to be your favorite red dress, and it's also his favorite. I've made you into what he loves. This will make him happy...' "No, help! Help!"

My breathing hastened, and my pulse quickened. I was struggling.

But it was as if I was trapped in the dream. I could not wake up.

"Help me... Steven, help me!"

I didn't know why I instinctively called Steven for help.

"Stephie? Stephie!" Steven was calling my name.

But I could not wake up. I was trapped in a nightmare.

"Steven... Steven, help me."

"Stephie, I'm here."

In my panic, I felt someone hug me tightly. My tense body eventually relaxed.

It was already noon when I woke up the next day.

I opened my eyes exhaustedly. I was alone in my room.

"Hello?" I reached out to pick up my ringing phone. "A class reunion?"

"No, I can't make it..." I instinctively refused.

"But our teacher was so kind to you back then. She had surgery recently, so she wants to see us... Her cancer is terminal. A lot of our high school seniors will be there too." My former classmate's voice sounded hoarse on the other end of the phone.

I frowned. I should go. I could also find out if there were any clues about the victims.

"Alright, I'll be at the hotel on time." I agreed to go.

"We heard you got married. Everyone's bringing their spouses today. You should bring your husband as well. Our teacher's keen to meet him."