Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 28

“Being buried together with you would only taint Phoebe’s path to heaven, Stella spoke weakly as she struggled to stand up. “Dexter, you’re bound to regret it when you finally see this. woman’s true face…”

I stood behind Stella, my voice hoarse as I uttered, “Dexter, those who betray the trust of others will go to hell.”

Dexter averted his gaze. “The truth will be revealed come the day of my wedding in two days.”

He still stubbornly chose to believe that I didn’t die yet.

After leaving the police station, Dexter released his hold on Melody’s hand. His figure looked.

forlorn.

“Dexter…” Melody noticed his unusual demeanor and held him up as he almost collided with an iron door.

Dexter waved her off, “I’m fine…”

“Dexter, is there a chance that something really did happen to Phoebe?” Melody carefully asked tentatively.

I wasn’t sure why I was following them, perhaps I longed to shred them into pieces.

“No!” Dexter suddenly lost his composure and yelled at Melody. “She’s not dead!”

Melody flinched, her face turning pale.

Realizing his outburst, Dexter massaged between his eyebrows, “I’m sorry, Melody… You go. ahead. I still have some matters to deal with.”

“Dexter… you still care about her, right?” Melody asked, tears brimming in her eyes.

clearly, Dexter!” Melody yelled and chased after him when she saw him going ahead, and tears streamed down her face. “You said Phoebe was just like a sister to you. What are you afraid of? Isn’t it perfect if she’s dead? This way, she won’t haunt us

and looked at Melody with furrowed brows, “She’s not dead! She’ll surely appear at our wedding ceremony two days

she doesn’t show

She’ll be here.”

as if he was

part of him had believed

pull out all ten of their own

I would scream when I saw a bug,

enough to think I was the

off with the driver, Dexter walked away into the night

and observed him with a sarcastic

now that I am dead?” My voice came out raspy, fully

in my direction before he turned back with

phone, he opened my

time, I saw my chat pinned to the top of his phone screen, a sight I found laughable. Was he afraid of not being able to find me when he wanted to taunt or

immediately?

“Come back. and

as if he was doing

fingernails today really scared

and stood right in front of him, “You pushed me into hell when I loved you; it was you who killed

again, but it’s impossible for me to

was dead. No one

compared to when I

feelings for him, his eyes were filled with

idea of gratitude?” He tore my love letter in front of me and scolded, “Focus on studying and getting into college. I don’t want to see you engaging