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.

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, have I spoiled you too much? Now you think you can

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my face, looking at Dexter, wishing

through my tears, shaking my head. “Dexter… it wasn’t me, it really wasn’t.”

he didn’t believe

there, and it wasn’t me. I didn’t push her, I swear!”

it wasn’t

Melody down the stairs! And you still deny

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

was always them spreading

she wakes up, you’re going to jail,” Dexter said, his

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was scared

hard. Everything I had achieved

go to jail. I didn’t push her!” I stared

unknown courage to push him away and frantically flee the

from what I once thought was heaven, only to discover it was

alleyway for a long time. I was terrified, feeling utterly

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

given me a