My Accidental Husband Is My Revenge Partner - Chapter 160

Chapter 160: Is Selene Anastasia?
“Hi, Michelle!”

Michelle paled when she recognized the voice. She pulled the phone away from her ears to look at the caller’s name, still unknown.

“Who’s this?” She demanded.

“It’s only been a day after my accident, have you forgotten me already?” Selene asked over the phone. Her reply only made Michelle pale even more. The alcohol wore off from her eyes, clearing her brain to register things properly.

She stood up from the bed with an aggravated look.

“Do you think that I believe that you are Selene? You are just a scammer. You probably used AI to generate her voice. Who are you and what’s your name?” Michelle demanded, already sweating buckets.

She stared down at the bottles of alcohol she had gulped down last night as a way of celebrating her getting rid of Selene permanently from her life.

After seeing so many clips from different angles capturing the incident, Michelle found it impossible for Selene to survive. There was no way, someone wanted to instill fear in her.

Michelle heard Selene burst out in laughter, which only made her burn both in anger and embarrassment even though she was the only one in her room.

“I’ve always thought only air occupied your skull but I never thought I would be accurate.”

“STOP THIS NONSENSE!! WHO ARE YOU?!” Michelle questioned, her fist clenched and her teeth gritting loudly together, obviously offended by the other person’s words.

“I’m Selene Jones. FYI, I survived the car crash and I’m coming for you soon. You know what? You should have waited till the middle of the night before you planned this. Maybe I will fall off a cliff and into a deep forest, never to be found again, hmm?”

Michelle’s heart flew out of her chest, her body shaking from fear while her eyes widened in shock when she heard Selene’s words. Those were exactly how her father, Robert described Anastasia’s death.

Michelle gulped down her saliva with such force that it felt as if she could have conquered a kingdom.

“W-w-who’s this?” She asked, her two shaky hands on her phone in case one gave out.

Michelle only received silence with a beeping sound, signaling the call had been hung up.

Her hands continued to shake as she brought the phone to her face, only to see it was indeed disconnected.

With gritted teeth, Michelle’s grip tightened on the phone before she slammed it against the wall with force. The impact shattered the phone into pieces.

As if that wasn’t enough, she marched to the lamb beside her bed, threw it against the wall, with the bottles also, and several pieces of dangerous glasses shattered on the ground. But Michelle didn’t care.

Selene was alive and she knew how Anastasia died.

Michelle continued to destroy her room and every little thing inside, surrendering herself to rage. She completely looked like a drunk mad woman.

The door opened and Jack’s eyes flew wide open when he saw the condition her room was in. She’d done the same thing to their living room and they had to replace everything.

“What is wrong with you?” He questioned her as his anger surged through his body. He avoided the pieces of the bottle as he marched towards her. “Why are you acting like a mad woman?” He added, spitting saliva everywhere.

Michelle glared at him with clenched teeth.

“Did you just call me a mad woman?” she demanded, her face reflecting the same intensity as his. Her eyes narrowed as she spotted a shard of glass from a broken bottle on the floor. Swiftly, she picked it up and brandished it in front of Jack, her anger palpable. “I dare you to call me a mad woman again,” she warned, her voice cold and threatening. “Try it, and you’ll find out just how serious I am about using this to stab you.” Her eyes flared with a fierce rage, making it clear that she was ready to act on her threat.

She didn’t care anymore if she stabbed anyone, even if it was her own brother.

“What is fucking wrong with you?!!”

“Maybe I am a mad woman,” she said.

“Michelle, what are you doing?” Amelia questioned and Michelle turned to face the door.

Amelia’s hands were on her head as she stared at the condition of the room. It looked like animals lived there—completely shattered and destroyed.

Since Michelle was distracted by her mother’s presence in the room, Jack took the opportunity and grabbed the broken bottle out of Michelle’s grip, catching the latter off guard. He wasn’t going to die yet, not until he had the Harrison’s wealth in his name.

“Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed today?” He questioned her, his eyes scanning for any nearby pieces of a bottle in case she tried to act smart with him. From her earlier actions, it was obvious she wasn’t in her right sense of mind. “You were jubilating yesterday over Selene’s death and now—” He sighed. “Just what is wrong with you? Did you suddenly get a loose screw up there?” He added, poking her head hard. Out of irritation, Michelle flung his hand away.

“I was celebrating yesterday because I thought Selene was dead, but guess what, she WASN’T!! She’s alive and well and she just gave me a call saying she’s coming for me soon,” she explained, tears pooling in her eyes. “She’s alive and she knows how Anastasia died.”

The last sentence that flew out of her mouth felt like a bomb had just exploded over their heads. Both Jack and Amelia stiffened, glancing at each other in disbelief.

“That’s impossible,” Robert said from over the door. “Only me and my men know that. And I am certain they wouldn’t open their mouth to say a word to anyone,” he included.

“What exactly did Selene say?” Amelia asked. She was beyond afraid about someone, who is not a part of their family knowing about their secret.

“Cliff. Deep forest. Middle of the night, mother. Anastasia fell off a cliff, remember?” Michelle cried.

“And her body was never found,” Jack finished, staring at Robert this time around. “What if Selene is truly Anastasia?”