Revenge After Death

Michael paused, casting a nervous glance at me. Clearly, he didn't want Yasmin to die. Regardless of the reason behind it, he seemed to believe that Yasmin didn't deserve to die. I found it amusing. I had thought that after learning the fact that Yasmin intentionally lured me out on the night of the 15th, Michael's view of her would change.Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

I imagined he would probably no longer trust her or even turn against her. However, I never anticipated that he would remain as concerned about her life and death as ever.

"Stephie... Yasmin promised to give me evidence against Peter if she made it out alive, and I haven't received any from her yet," Michael explained anxiously, insisting that he was only concerned about the evidence and not Yasmin's life.

"Besides... she did risk her life protecting me before... " Michael continued to deceive himself with excuses.

"Come on, do you really think someone as selfish as Yasmin would risk her life for others? Either she knew there was no real danger from the start, or you're mistaken," Rachel remarked, rolling her eyes. "You saw how she reacted when I tested her at the ruined building. She didn't even dare to take the risk."

"That was different- " Michael attempted to explain.

I pulled Rachel closer and said, "Destroying a marriage is worse than destroying anything. Let sleeping dogs lie. They're engaged, after all."

"Stephie... " Michael's voice sounded hurt and anxious. "That's not it. I just feel Yasmin doesn't deserve to die. She—"

"Your thoughts are none of my concern," I cut Michael off.

Steven, sitting obediently next to my bed, couldn't help but chuckle secretly. He was probably laughing at Michael's lack of emotional control. Michael was simply digging his own grave.

Whenever Michael found himself in trouble, Steven would behave like a good boy as if to highlight how obedient and sensible he was.

At the right timing, he would even chime in to fan the flames, saying "Honey, Yasmin got Stephanie Carlson killed, yet he's still defending her."

Michael frowned at Steven, clenching his hands. "I admit that was Yasmin's fault. She said she was too scared and didn't anticipate Stephie getting into trouble as a result. She drank too much on the 15th, so she couldn't remember the date right, ultimately misleading the police."

Michael continued to defend Yasmin, eager for us to believe that Yasmin didn't deserve to die.

"Michael, it seems you haven't learned any lessons from this killing game... "I sighed, feeling he was indeed beyond help.

"Stephie, I know this whole thing

hasn't been fair to you, and I'll make sure Yasmin pays for her actions. But we're not police officers, after all. So, we need to analyze her value rationally." Michael explained, hoping I would understand his perspective on protecting Yasmin.

From his viewpoint, he might have a valid argument. He simply aimed to maximize Yasmin's usefulness before administering the appropriate punishment. However, it seemed as though Michael perceived everyone as wanting Yasmin dead. Thus, he was desperate to convince us of Yasmin's continued value.

It appeared we were not all on the same page regarding this matter.

"Stephie, he's so emotional. It's not like we're going to do something to Yasmin. He sure loves her a lot Steven interjected, adding fuel to the fire once again.

"Shut up, Steven!" Michael snapped, clearly irritated by his comments.

"She's my wife. I can say whatever I want to her! We have a marriage certificate, you know?" Steven retorted, his tone displeased and assertive. His brows furrowed as if he was preparing to start a brawl with Michael.

"No violence when you can argue civilly," I intervened, pulling Steven's arm.

Steven grunted and sat back at my side, still visibly angry.

With a headache looming, Michael rubbed his temple and turned to Steven. "Could you leave for a while? I need to speak with her." "No," Steven replied defiantly.

I turned to Steven, bursting into laughter. It wasn't until later, due to the numbness I felt, that I realized I had laughed out.

It felt strange.