Revenge After Death



On the way back, Steven sat in the backseat with "Stephanie." I wanted to get in the car, but I realized there was no longer any room for me.

"Stephanie" was extremely against it. The air around her was extremely depressive. She shot Joel a look and naturally lifted her chin.

She was telling him to shut the door for her.

Joel instinctively obeyed before freezing up afterward.

I stood in place silently.

"My driver will send all of you back." Nancy walked out.

Joel looked at me and said, "I'll go with you."

Eason hopped into the passenger seat of their car, and Zion drove off.

I stared at Steven, but he didn't turn to look at me at all.

Seated side-by-side, Steven and "Stephanie" looked like a great couple.

But who was the real Stephanie Carlson?

"What do you think of the new Stephanie?" Joel asked after getting into Nancy's car.

"I can't ... tell who the actual Stephanie is right now." I shook my head and looked at the driver through the rearview mirror.

Joel didn't ask any more questions. This was somebody else's car, after all. It wasn't safe.

"But Steven seems to believe that she's Stephanie without a single doubt. Nancy knows him well. She seemed aware that he'd lose control over Stephanie-related matters and that he'd choose her over everything else no matter what."

My voice was small, and my fingers were gently tapping on my leg.

Joel stared at my fingers and didn't say a word.

Nancy's driver dropped us off at the door of Steven's home. Zion and the rest of them were already there.

After Steven got out of the vehicle, Stephanie casually lifted her hand, wanting him to help her get out of the car.

He reached out to hold her wrist and escorted her out of the vehicle.

In the front yard, Stevie was barking as it was feeling unsettled. However, it quieted down the minute it saw "Stephanie."

It seemed to be in shock. It sat on the ground and stared fixedly at Stephanie. Then, it shifted its gaze toward me.

"Is this my Georgie?" "Stephanie" asked Steven.

Steven didn't reply.

"Offspring, or clone?" she asked again.

"Clone," he responded.

She didn't seem surprised. She seemed to have known that Steven would do something like this.

Me, on the other hand, was stunned for quite some time.

Stevie was a cloned dog?

"Are you sure you want her to live here with me?" she asked Steven, making him make a decision.

The man looked at me with a complicated gaze. "I'm sorry. I have another home in Salburg that you can stay at for now. Please give me some time to deal with our marriage."

He wanted to get a divorce.

I stood in place and clenched my fists.

"No need... We can get the divorce now," I rasped.

"I... have no time today." He turned and looked at "Stephanie."

I laughed bitterly. "Alright, I'll wait for you."

I turned around and willed my tears not to fall.

Nancy's driver was watching from the car.

I pushed Joel aside and got into the vehicle.

"Please send me to the Landing Hotel."

The driver nodded and drove off.

I sat in the car and watched as Steven's figure gradually grew smaller from the rearview mirror... I couldn't stop my tears at all.

"We're here, Miss," the driver reminded me upon arrival.

I snapped back into reality and swiftly got off after wiping my face.

He looked at me again before driving off.

I watched the car pull away before turning around, drying the tears off my face as I walked into the hotel. As my eyes were bloodshot and my expression was sad, the lady at the reception was extremely careful when checking me into my room.

I took the room key card and walked into the elevator. I lifted my head so as to keep my tears from gushing

out.

Steven... and Stephanie looked really good together.

After entering the room, I sat numbly on the couch. I had the front desk send me a bottle of wine. I downed the entire bottle before I started becoming numb.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Subsequently, I started going off the rails due to the alcohol. I started making calls to Steven.

"All because... she's more like Stephanie than I am? Is that it?" I questioned him, sobbing.

He picked up the phone call but didn't utter a single word.

In tears, I asked him why he chose to believe that woman, but he didn't respond either.

In the face of reality, reincarnation was nothing more than a calculated guess. With a real and complete Stephanie Carlson standing right there, who would care about a theoretical like me?