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 tormented

and straightened his clothes with a look of disgust. He was always impeccably dressed, regardless

disgusted that he’d lost control and

behind.

him, not caring about

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

left of my shirt, hugging

poured down, and Dexter was nowhere

night? You look like you’ve been through the wringer,” the

ran out in

used like that by a rich guy, you’re not going to shy away from me, are you?”

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

You think you’ll still be back home in one piece if you go out like that? You might as well let me have

were everywhere outside. How could they possibly let me

leave me alone, but he walked away without

the waiter, tears streaming

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

the police, crying as I waited for the

love him anymore.

to

to escape as far