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.

assault!” Dexter hauled me up from the floor and dragged me into the study. “Phoebe, have I spoiled you too much? Now

a murderer?”

Dexter,

my tears, shaking my head.

he didn’t believe me.

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

it wasn’t to be.

you push Melody down the stairs! And you still deny

a

to think Hank would stand up for truth and justice

was always them spreading rumors,

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

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scared and indignant.

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

to jail. I didn’t push her!” I stared

finding some unknown courage to push

thought was heaven, only to

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

a tattered but clean blanket, and left a cheap but

someone had given me a lollipop in