Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 32

It was only later that I learned why he had left me for dead at the hotel that night. Melody’s father had fallen ill, suffering a stroke during a bout of heavy drinking. The medical bills for his treatment and rehabilitation had piled up into a mountain of debt.

Dexter, who demanded nothing but the best, had spared no expense: a private room, top–notch nurses, an elite team of doctors, and the most advanced rehabilitation care.

He could effortlessly drop tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, even millions on Melody… But when it came to me, his stinginess knew no bounds.

Melody took for granted all the privileges he lavished upon her, while I was shackled with a burdensome debt.

I owed him a life debt, the intact remains of my parents, and a sum of money and gratitude I could never repay in this lifetime. For a long while, I confused gratitude and guilt with affection. I couldn’t tell them apart, nor could I separate them.

Sometimes I wondered, did I ever truly love Dexter? And what exactly did I love about him?

Was it the moment he saved me, or the way he risked everything to pull my parents‘ bodies. from the wreckage?

Did I love the look of concern and fear of losing me in his eyes as the car burst into flames?

I guess I was just fooling myself. Back then, I believed Dexter cared for me. I thought he might have loved me too, but it was all an illusion.

Even my love for him now felt like a distant, long–forgotten mirage.

Have you no shame? You’re just hovering around to worm your way into Dexter’s life, aren’t you?” Melody had sneered at me on the day she took a tumble down the stairs, just

convalescing there. With her gone for half a year, I felt vulnerable.

1. me.

become even more

thought about running away, hiding out in my dorm room, or even renting a basement flat. I didn’t

me back to face his cold interrogations about

only get you so far,” Melody had called out from the top of the stairs, her voice dripping with mockery. “Do you know what

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your own parents, and now you’ve cursed Dexter’s father with chronic illness. What’s the point of someone like you even

snapped, losing control as her words

anniversary

the first couple of years at the Fitzgerald residence, Dexter remembered the date. But eventually,

from below, as

Phoebe, I hear you’re pretty desperate for a man, huh? Come on

around me like a curse, sending shivers down my spine.

on, come down with me,” Melody said, grabbing my wrist and trying to pull me down

stairs.

fear, and as I struggled, I watched with horror as Melody purposefully loosened her