After Loving Her, Why Do You Cry for Me
Unable to control myself, I writhed on the floor in agony, tears and mucus streaming down my face.
A familiar voice gasped nearby, "Sorry! Teresa, I didn't see you there!"
It was a voice I could never forget in two lifetimes.
It was Stephen's beloved, Lily.
I lifted my tear-blurred eyes to look at her.
There she sat in a wheelchair, eyes full of triumph, looking at me provocatively.
And the person pushing her wheelchair was none other than Stephen.
My nemesis from a past life, we met again.
A torrent of hatred surged within me!
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