Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 33

The ambulance arrived, and they took Melody away.

I watched as Dexter cradled Melody in his arms, anxiety etched on his face, while he shot me at vicious glare.

Everyone there backed up Melody’s story, saying it was me who pushed her down the stairs. Even the Fitzgerald family’s housekeeper took their side.

In that moment, I felt lost in a fog, even doubting myself.

Had I actually… pushed her?

I had fallen into a trap of my own making. I didn’t know how to explain. Explaining felt wrong. but so did staying silent.

I curled up at the bottom of the staircase, waiting for what seemed like an eternity.

Finally, in the wee hours of the morning, Dexter returned.

With teary eyes, I stood up and choked out, “Dexter… it wasn’t me.”

“Slap!” His hand struck my face, and my ear rang with the force of it. My nose bled, my hearing muffled–my eardrum must have burst.

He had put all his strength into that slap.

have any idea Serena is insisting on calling the cops? You’ve committed assault!” Dexter hauled me up from the floor and dragged me into the study. “Phoebe,

become a murderer?”

looking at Dexter, wishing he

pleaded through my tears, shaking my head. “Dexter…

didn’t

wasn’t me. I didn’t push her,

wasn’t

who said he saw you push Melody down the stairs! And you still

sent a chill through me.

so naive to think Hank would stand up for truth and justice on my

always them spreading

to jail,” Dexter said, his voice cold as

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scared

worked hard and studied hard. Everything I had achieved was earned bit

to jail. I didn’t push her!” I stared at Dexter In

some unknown courage to push him away and frantically flee the

from what I once thought was heaven, only

a long time. I

nor who covered me with a tattered but clean blanket, and

time someone had given me a