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…”

long

the alcohol started to wear off, he finally let go of me and straightened his clothes with a look of disgust. He was always impeccably dressed, regardless of whether my clothes had been torn

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

me behind. Please.”

him, not caring about the mess he’d

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

left of my shirt, hugging the tattered fabric

down, and Dexter

you’ve been through the wringer,” the waiter asked about my price per

just ran out

innocent? After being used like that

and muttered, “Don’t touch me. I’ll call the cops…”

still be back home in one piece if you go out like that? You might as well

could they

me alone, but he walked away without looking

pushed the waiter, tears streaming down my face

was right. No sooner had I left the club than I was cornered in an

crying as I waited for the moment of rescue and

didn’t love him anymore.

to

escape as far away as