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

with a

that he’d lost control and touched something as filthy as me

behind.

him, not caring

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

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

the club, the rain poured down, and Dexter was nowhere

been through the wringer,” the waiter

ran out

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

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

think you’ll still be back home in one piece if you go out like that? You might

could they possibly let

alone, but he walked away without looking

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

left the club than I was cornered

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

didn’t love him anymore.

to

to escape as