Revenge After Death ( Michael Ford ) novel Chapter 232

Chapter 232 

Michael’s eyes reddened. “I can make it up to you. At least give me a chance… 

“You don’t deserve it… “I pushed Michael away and walked out, fighting back the anger. You’re nothing but a liar.” 

I had considered a thousand reasons why Michael had stopped loving me, but I had never imagined that I was the reason. 

I was the one who had been confused. I loved the wrong person, and I was deceived. 

Struggling to contain the fire raging in my chest, I felt like losing my mind. I was shaken to- the point where I could barely walk. 

As tears flowed uncontrollably from my eyes, all I could think of was Steven. 

I saw the image of him standing in the backlit mist, turning back to look at me. 

How could you, Stephanie Carlson? 

How could you forget about him? 

How could you erase him completely from your mind? 

And how could you… fall deeply in love with another man without the slightest hesitation? 

How could you… 

Tears streaming down my face, I rushed to the emergency exit and delivered a hard slap to 

my own cheek. 

“How could you… “I questioned myself. 

How could you not remember anything? How could you? 

“Ah!” Overwhelmed by despair, I collapsed into the corner, grabbed my hair, and groaned. 

low. 

Why couldn’t I remember anything? 

Why had I forgotten about Steven? 

Why did I mistake Michael as someone to count on back then? 

This was the reason I died, wasn’t it? 

Because I had betrayed Steven by mistaking Michael for him. 

If Steven was the one who murdered me, I should just accept it because I deserved it. 

deserved it! 

Stephle… 

On the stairs of the emergency hallway, Steven stood there in his patient gown, his fingers dripping with blood. 

I looked 

up at him, feeling tears welling up. I lowered my head and continued to sob. 

“Are you abandoning me again?” Steven walked up to me, his voice hoarse. 

I looked at him as if I were gazing at a god. 

He wasn’t a devil; he never was. 

“Steven… “I reached out to him. 

Steven anxiously grasped my hand, his gaze darting around. 

“You’re such a fool…” No genius would act like him. 

He pulled me into his arms, holding me tightly. “Mm–hmm, I am a fool… As long as Stephie. 

won’t abandon me.” 

“The nurse said you’re not supposed to get out of bed,” I said with tears. 

“Sorry, I didn’t listen,” Steven apologized softly, his words soothing me. “You can punish me …Just don’t abandon me. Don’t go with him, and don’t trust him… 

“Did you pull the needle out yourself?” I asked, noticing his still–bleeding hand. 

I quickly pressed down on the wound while wiping my tears. 

“It doesn’t hurt at all… ” he said softly, wiping away my tears for me. 

“Silly,” I chided him. 

“Why are you crying?” Steven cradled my face, asking gently, “Did he upset you? I’ll kill him 

I shook my head as tears continued to flow. “It’s just… Why can’t I remember anything? 

Why?”