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, have I spoiled you too much? Now

become a

Dexter, wishing he would

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

he didn’t

was there, and it wasn’t me. I didn’t push her,

it wasn’t to be.

push Melody down

a chill through me.

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

always them spreading

to jail,” Dexter said, his voice cold as he

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was scared

studied hard. Everything I had achieved was earned bit by bit. I refused to let it all be destroyed.

go to jail. I didn’t push her!” I stared at Dexter In terror, my breathing

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

ran from what I once thought was heaven,

long time. I

don’t remember when I fell asleep, nor who covered me with a tattered but clean

had given me