Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 49

In the darkness, echoes of voices haunted the fringes of my fading consciousness.

I could hear Stella’s sobbing, Robin’s urgent calls, and the doctor’s strained pleas.

“Phoebe, Phoebe, hang on…”

“Phoebe!”

“Phoebe!”

“She’s been holding on too long, and we found her too late. If only, if only a day earlier… just one more day, she might have made it.” The doctor’s voice was hoarse with emotion, eyes glistening with unshed tears. “She was pregnant.”

As an onlooker to my own tragedy, it seemed impossible to comprehend what I had endured these past days.

“How desperate she must have felt,” Cory said, turning away, unable to face the truth. “If we’d found her sooner… Now a life inside her is gone too! That monster!”

“To think she was tortured so, her fingers broken to appear more delicate, her blood tainted with a cocktail of drugs, her skin paler than a porcelain doll. That maniac displayed her like artwork in a glass case.” The female officer wept openly, looking away, unable to bear the sight.

Dexter sat on the floor, breath ragged, his eyes bloodshot as if he’d lost his mind. “She can’t be dead. She won’t die… she’s lying! She’s tricking me! She won’t die! Didn’t she want me to marry her? I will! Come back, Phoebe, don’t die!”

Phoebe wouldn’t be dead, she wouldn’t!” Stella screamed, lashing out at Dexter, her hands aching to

female officer moved to intervene, but Robin

harbored resentment towards

a chance for

day sooner…” Stella’s cries were a lament, her

a day

her, so why don’t you die, Dexter? Go to

suddenly burst out, in denial of the lifeless form behind the glass, running desperately towards the

he always wished me dead? And now that I was, why did he lose his mind?

got a lead. Phoebe’s parents were the philanthropists who funded

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Chapter 49

The day they died in the car crash, they were on their way to a celebration there! And on the same day, there was a fire

“Orphanage…”

headache gripped me, and flashes of the car crash scene appeared in my mind. I saw the figure desperately trying to

Why

image slowly became clear. It wasn’t Dexter.

memory of

who

accident… had I truly lost