Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 6

“Dexter… Phoebe doesn’t want you to marry me.” Melody sobbed as she spoke.

“Leave her alone. We’re gonna get hitched no matter what, and she’ll crawl back when she sees she’s out of moves.” Dexter assumed that I was deliberately throwing a wrench into his and

Melody’s engagement party.

He made it public like he couldn’t wait to shout it from the rooftops. He figured that once I realized I couldn’t change things. I’d back off and leave him alone. But what he didn’t know was that I had let him go for a long time.

If I were still alive, I’d probably be on a plane out of Sea City by now.

“Dexter… Why does Phoebe hate me so? She pushed me down the stairs, which nearly killed. me, and now she’s trying to wreck our engagement ceremony with these dirty tricks. Hailey would never agree to this if she knew,” Melody cried.

Dexter’s face turned even uglier. “What else can she do besides sweet–talk my mom with her tricks?”

I laughed sarcastically and couldn’t even be bothered to explain anymore. It’s not like he could hear anything’I said. He never listened to me when I was alive, let alone now that I was dead.

Dexter and Melody went to the bedroom, and I sat on the couch like a total mess.

Laughter occasionally burst from the room, like a knife cutting through my soul..

Looking down at my stomach, I could feel my very soul trembling. That unborn child just vanished along with me.

was dead with his baby in my belly, he’d probably wake up laughing from his dreams. At last, someone had

“Buzz!”

a.m., Dexter’s phone

Dexter sounded

a headless female body in Mystic Rivers Valley. The bracelet on her wrist is confirmed to belong

up abruptly, his

the window, and Dexter’s head was suddenly

lightning, Dexter thought he

so much like Phoebe.

Chapter 6

Can he actually see me?

his coat, and got ready to leave.

too and came out

I didn’t expect you to

to strangle her while screaming out, “You killed me, it was you! I’ll

down the woman who caused my death, but I couldn’t do a thing; my hands couldn’t even

my revenge; I was

the Homicide

death, and the clothes on her body were not her