She knelt outside the door, begging Dexter to spare her.
She couldn’t understand all of this. Dexter hated me. Wasn’t he supposed to be happy about my death?
Why did he bother holding Lana accountable for her past actions, settling scores one by one?
He acted as if he cared about me so much.
Meanwhile, the rapist was found dead mysteriously. His body was dumped on a mountain and consumed by wild animals. No one cared about such a person with numerous crimes on record.
The driver who killed me in the car accident was arrested for drunken driving and sentenced to prison.
It seemed like all the people who had harmed me received their due punishment.
There was still one left.
Dexter was the one who caused me the most suffering
