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 he

the alcohol started to wear off, he finally let go of me and straightened his clothes with a look of disgust. He

spare me another glance as if disgusted that he’d lost control and touched something as filthy as

behind.

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

up. Stepping on broken glass, the pain and the sight of blood snapped me back to reality.

left of my shirt, hugging the tattered fabric to my body

rain poured down,

How much for the night? You look like you’ve been through the wringer,” the waiter asked about my price per night with a

just ran out in panic.

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

I backed away and muttered, “Don’t touch

you’ll still be back home in one piece if

How could they possibly

leave me alone,

I pushed the waiter, tears

had I left the club than I was cornered

as I waited for the

didn’t love

had to

to escape as far away