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

become a

face, looking at Dexter, wishing he

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

didn’t

saw it! Hank was there, and it wasn’t me. I didn’t push

wasn’t to

push Melody down the

a chill

be so naive to think Hank would

it was always them

jail,” Dexter said, his voice cold as he threatened to lock me

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scared and

studied hard. Everything I had achieved

push her!” I stared at Dexter In terror, my breathing

I stood up, finding some unknown courage to push him away

from what I once thought was heaven,

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

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

the first time someone had given