Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 11

“I didn’t do it, how many times do I have to say it before you’ll believe me? I didn’t push her…” Without any evidence, Dexter always took Melody’s word as gospel. He trusted her unconditionally.

As for me? I might as well have been trash.

“Phoebe, you really deserve to die.”

The phrase he loved to throw at me was, “Phoebe, you deserve to die.”

That day, he didn’t let me off the hook. He slept with me in the club’s VIP room just to humiliate

1. me.

“Phoebe, do you have any idea how much those barflies charge for a night? Eight hundred…”

“Phoebe, you’re not even worth that much.”

“Phoebe, maybe I should’ve just let them have their way with you, huh?”

I lay on the couch numbly, feeling like my soul had been shredded to pieces.

“Dexter, please, just leave me alone…”

recall how long he tormented me.

of me and straightened his clothes with a look of disgust. He was always impeccably dressed, regardless of whether my clothes had been torn to

another glance as if disgusted that he’d lost control and touched something as filthy as me

leave me behind. Please.”

not caring about the mess he’d left me in.

crumpled on the floor and slowly getting up. Stepping on broken glass, the pain and the

I dressed in what was left of my shirt, hugging the tattered fabric to my body as I stumbled

down, and Dexter was

You look like you’ve been through the wringer,” the waiter asked about my

ran out in panic.

the innocent? After being used like that by a

muttered,

home in one piece if you go out like that? You might as

were everywhere outside. How could they possibly let me go?

alone, but he

away from me!” I pushed the waiter, tears streaming down my face as I

had I left the club than

the moment of rescue and that’s

love him

had to

to escape as far away as