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…”

couldn’t recall how long he tormented me.

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

lost control and

don’t leave me behind. Please.” I begged

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

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

hugging the

the club, the rain poured down, and Dexter was

wringer,” the waiter asked about

just ran out

blocked my way, his words laced with mockery. “Why run? Playing the innocent? After being used like that by a rich guy,

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

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

everywhere outside. How could they possibly let

to leave me alone, but he

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

No sooner had I left the

the moment of rescue and

didn’t love him

had to survive.

as far away as possible.