Revenge After Death

"Stephie? Stephie..."

My consciousness gradually returned, and I could hear someone calling my name.

It was Michael.

"Mr. Peter, why does she seem off?" Michael asked Peter anxiously.

"Did you give her the medicine I'd prescribed on time?" Peter inquired.

"T made sure she took it on schedule. There was no mistake."

"Memory erasure and restructuring can't be completed in one go. She shouldn't have lost her memory. If she forgets you, be careful. She might just be pretending.

"You must keep giving her psychological and environmental stimulation, and don't stop giving her the medication. Bring her to the hospital on time for the hypnosis and electroshock therapy," Peter instructed seriously.

Michael fell silent for a moment before asking, "Mr. Peter, is this fair to her?"

"Her mother wished for her to live a simple, ordinary life. She is sick and needs treatment," Peter stated firmly.

Michael hesitated. "Is she really Stephanie? Does soul transmigration really exist?"

Peter replied coldly, "That's for you to decide who you want her to be."

After along pause, Michael finally said, Stephie. I want Stephie back."

Peter simply responded, "Then, do as I say."

When I opened my eyes, Peter had already left.

Michael was sitting by the bed. He was excited to see me awake. "Stephie."

T looked at him and said, "Michael, I want some mango pudding."

Michael paused, then nodded. "T'll have someone buy it for you right away."

Soon, the nanny brought over the mango pudding.

"Do you want some?" He offered to feed me.

"You first. I remember you love mango pudding." I smiled at him.

But it was Steven who loved mango pudding.

Michael's fingers stiffened. He whispered, "You eat it."

I shook my head. "No, you eat it."

Michael frowned and took a bite of the mango pudding.

"Why did you deceive me? You weren't my lover yet you pretended to be him, leading me to form wrong memories. How could you not trust me and yet humiliate and torture me?" I asked hoarsely.

Michael was taken aback. He looked at me in shock and panicked . "Stephie... do you remember now?"

I watched as his face broke out in red spots after eating the mango pudding. Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Since Peter said I shouldn't have lost my memory, I stopped pretending.

"If you don't love me, why deceive me and keep me trapped ? Why not tell me the truth?"

Why did he make me treat Steven like that?

Why make him a complete stranger to me?

I was filled with hatred at this point!

Michael panicked and tried to explain. "Stephie, it's not like that. I admit I was selfish. I... I didn't want you to remember him. I wanted you to only see and think of me."

"So why doubt and hurt me after achieving your goal?" I asked.

Even though he had achieved his aim, he still hurt me.

Michael clenched his hands tightly. "I'm sorry. I was just suspicious. I feared you were pretending because you used to..."

He stopped talking and was unwilling to explain further.

I sneered while looking at the pills on the table. "Ha. I remember since I was eighteen, you and Auntie Lois have always made me take these pills. These are from Peter, right?"

Michael looked at me with mixed emotions. "Stephie, you're sick."

I asked him with a laugh. "What sickness do I have?"

"You... Stephie... It's time for your medicine." He hesitated to continue as he found it difficult to utter the word "emotional disorder."

He picked up the medicine from the table, trying to make me take it.

"What if I don't?" I looked at him with disgust.

I still remembered waking up at eighteen, forgetting Steven, and then taking these pills ever since. They seemed to suppress my emotions , making me numb, like an animal trapped in a cage, forcibly dulling all my sharpness.