Yasmin glared at me menacingly, as if warning me that if I didnât let her off easy, she wouldnât make things easy for me either. She was determined to take me down with her.
She seemed overly confident about the accusations against me, and that confidence of hers made me feel uneasy.
I never imagined there were so many secrets to Stephany.
I knew deep down that there was some kind of deal between Stephany and the murderer.
Unfortunately, I found myself reincarnated into Stephanyâs body.
âWell then, please refrain from leaving Huma anytime soon and cooperate with our police investigation and inquiries promptly,â Zion said.
Then, he asked me, âYou were close with Stephanie Carlson, right? Do you know about the incident where she was nearly assaulted?â
I knew Zion was testing me.
I shot Michael a cold look and replied, âStephie told me about it. That night, Jack messaged her, saying Michael had drunk too much at the Nocturnal Club. It was pouring rain, and Stephie was really worried about Michael. I even advised her that it wasnât safe to go out in such heavy rain.â
Michael tensed up. He lowered his head and clenched his fists. âStop itâ¦
But I persisted.
âStephanie went out in the rain and took a cab to the Nocturnal Club, only to discover that Michael wasnât really drunk. He and his friends had bet on how quickly Stephanie would show up.â
That night, they all laughed at me, mocking me by calling me Michaelâs lapdog And foolishly, I believed Michael was truly drunk. I was worried it wasnât safe for him to go home alone in such heavy rain.
In that torrential downpour, I overcame my fear to see him, only to be shamelessly humiliated in return.
âPlease stop it,â Michaelâs body shook as he pleaded with me to stop.
âStephie was terrified of thunderstorms because her parents died in a car accident on a rainy day!â
Despite his pleas, I couldnât bring myself to stop.
âshe was so scared that she cried when she called me. But she went anyway because she was afraid something might happen to you. And what did you do? You let Benson assault her! You stood by as your friends mocked her, tore her clothes, and tried to-â
âShut up!â Michael shouted frantically like a madman.
Perhaps I went too far with the details.
He wanted to silence me, but instead, Steven stepped forward and gave him a punch.
Enraged, Steven glared fiercely at Michael, as if he were ready to tear him apart at any moment.
I chuckled, feeling a strange mix of satisfaction and sorrow.
I hated myself for my past weakness, cowardice, and ignorance. And I hated Michael for everything he had done to me.
âPlease, stop,â Michael pleaded, covering his ears helplessly as he fell to the ground. It was a stark contrast to his usual arrogance and superiority. He appeared meek and submissive, pleading with me not to continue.
I stared at him and cruelly continued, âMichael, have you forgotten? You threw those people out, but what about Stephie? You disregarded her pleas and protests. You assaulted her in front of everyone at the Nocturnal Club. And then, you just walked away and left her there without any clothes!â
I knelt in front of Michael, pulled his hands apart, and yelled, âYou claimed a woman on the street is worth 800 dollars, but she wasnât even worth that! After you left, the club waiter grabbed Stephie and asked how much she was worth!â
In a sorrowful tone, I added, âShe stumbled out of the Nocturnal Club, disheveled, and was dragged into an alley by those drunken men! If someone hadnât saved her, she wouldâve died that night!â
âStephany!â Michael snapped as he pushed me away.
Steven reached out and pulled me into his tight embrace.
His eyes were bloodshot, as if he were on the brink of losing his mind.
steven, I gripped Stevenâs hand tightly. take me home.â
Steven held me tightly, his voice trembling with anger as he said, âMichael⦠Iâm going to kill you.â
At the doorway, Zion silently looked at me with a complex expression.
Yasmin sat on the bed in shock. For a moment, she appeared unsure of how to console Michael.
Rachelâs eyes were red with tears.