NovelAppChapter 112 Michael's car pulled up at Sacred Hills Cemetery. | couldn’t help but stare in surprise as Michael parked the car and walked into the graveyard.
| mean, seriously, after leaving Yasmin, he ended up here? It was just ridiculous...
“Wait, so my... body is buried here?” | asked in a hushed tone.
Steven gripped my hand tightly. “After they found your body, everyone thought Michael went crazy. He fought with the police to take your body and was detained for a whole day.
“Later, after the autopsy, Michael's mother cto claim your body for cremation. To punish him, she didn’t tell him where your ashes were buried. | heard he knelt in the yard pleading with his mother all night before she finally told him.” Steven said that after my death, Michael went mad.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtDuring this period, no one informedabout what happened after my death.
Michael went mad? If what Steven said was true, then Michael had truly lost his sanity.
Steven and | huddled in the car, quietly observing as Michael approached a tombstone. His figure was cloaked in loneliness and sorrow. He just stood there, looking like he might fall apart at any moment.
Holding a bunch of roses, he gently placed them in front of the tombstone. But it leftfeeling disgusted. It felt like he had desecrated my resting place.
“It must be because of him. Him losing his sanity marred my journey to the afterlife...” | muttered under my breath. | was genuinely tempted to unleash curses upon Michael.
Was it because of him that | couldn’t smoothly transition to the afterlife and had to be reborn in this way? “Why hasn't he left yet?” | grumbled impatiently, wondering why Michael was still lingering at my grave.
Michael just stood there, and Steven remained silent.
After a while, Steven finally said, “He often stands here for an entire day.” | frowned. It seemed Michael had indeed lost his sanity.
Luckily, he didn’t actually stand there for the entire day. At spoint, he answered a phone call, and his expression visibly changed. In a hurry, he turned and walked away.
Once he had driven off into the distance, | got out of the car and walked toward my tombstone, curious.
| had often wondered what life would be like after death. As it turned out, this was what it felt like. Looking at my own tombstone was quite a peculiar experience.
Chapter 112 272 “What the heck?” The moment | approached the tombstone, all my composure just went out the window.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmOn the tombstone, it actually said, “Stephanie, Beloved Wife of Michael Ford“? “Beloved wife? Is he fucking crazy?” | was so mad that my fingers were shaking.
Steven reached out to console me, pointing to the three small words on the tombstone. “The Ford family...” At that moment, my stomach felt like it was doing somersaults.
Beloved wife of Michael Ford? Tsk...
Just why did he have to disgusteven after my death? How could someone be so disgusting! He was the one who toldto die. Now, he was continuing to disgustafter my death? Couldn't | just rest in peace? | completely lost it. | kicked away the flowers on the tombstone and tossed aside everything Michael left there. | tried to erase the words on the tombstone with a stone.
It was truly disgusting.
Steven heldback, not lettingcontinue to smash the words on the tombstone. “Let him write whatever he wants... | won't let him have you, Stephie... You're mine.” The churning feeling in my stomach was almost too much. It was triggered by those two words- beloved wife.
Beloved wife? How ironic.
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