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.

you 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, have I spoiled you too much? Now

a

my face, looking at Dexter, wishing

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

he didn’t believe me.

didn’t push her, I swear!” I was

wasn’t

was Hank who said he saw you push Melody

sent a chill

would stand

them spreading rumors, tearing me down.

to jail,”

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scared and indignant.

hard and studied hard. Everything I had achieved was earned bit by bit. I refused to let

to jail. I didn’t push her!” I

up, finding some unknown courage to push him away and frantically flee the Fitzgerald

thought was

a long time. I was terrified, feeling utterly

I fell asleep, nor who covered me with a tattered but clean blanket,

given me a lollipop in the dark.