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…”

how long he

clothes with a look of disgust. He was always impeccably dressed, regardless of whether

he’d lost control and touched something as

me behind. Please.”

and slammed the door behind him, not caring about the mess he’d left me

crumpled on the floor and slowly getting up. Stepping on broken glass, the pain and the sight of blood snapped

shirt, hugging the tattered fabric to my body

down, and

look like you’ve been through the wringer,” the waiter

respond, just ran out in

“Why run? Playing the innocent? After being used like that by a rich guy, you’re not going to shy away

and muttered, “Don’t touch me.

still be back home in one piece if you go out like

could they possibly

alone, but he walked away without looking

pushed the waiter, tears streaming

I left the club than I was cornered in

crying as I waited for the moment of rescue and that’s when

love

had to

had to escape as far away as