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.

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

he’d lost control and touched something as filthy as me while drunk.

leave me behind. Please.” I begged him.

the door behind him, not caring about the

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

hugging the tattered fabric to my body

the rain poured down, and Dexter

the wringer,” the waiter asked

didn’t respond, just ran out in

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

I backed away and muttered, “Don’t touch me. I’ll call the

laughed derisively. “The streets are full of drunks. You think you’ll still be back home in one piece if you go out like that? You might as well let me have a

everywhere outside. How could they possibly let me go?

knew it was dangerous to leave me alone, but he walked away without

pushed the waiter, tears streaming

I left the club than I was cornered in an alley.

for the moment of

love him

to

escape as