Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 75

I stepped in front of Colin, my gaze fixed warily on the group before us.

Dexter knitted his brows, a shadow crossing his face. “Stella, what game are you playing now?” “Oh, what’s the matter? Can’t face the truth? Afraid to see whether your precious Melody is a saint or a specter?” Stella sneered, pulling out her phone to play that damning video.

The clip showed Hank sprawled on the floor, crying out in fear, telling them to seek out Dexter. not him, and revealing that it wasn’t Phoebe who had pushed Melody down the stairs.

Dexter’s complexion turned stormy, his face darkening with each passing second.

I watched him intently, searching his eyes for a flicker of guilt or panic – something to feed the vengeful thrill I was craving.

But there was nothing.

Throughout the ordeal, Dexter seemed to maintain a stubborn disbelief in the footage.

I scoffed inwardly. I had underestimated the depth of Dexter’s love for Melody.

But no matter; the show had only just begun.

“Stella, I know you despise Melody, but this kind of tactic, isn’t it a bit underhanded?” Dexter’s voice was laden with disapproval.

Stella laughed mockingly. “Oh, really?”

gritted teeth. “You’re

was tampered with during recovery – someone had the nerve to sabotage police evidence right from under the tech team’s nose,”

even believe the nonsense you’re spouting? She’s a person, an orphan who was adopted. She doesn’t have the means to mess with police evidence, and even the Burtons couldn’t pull off such a feat!” Dexter retorted with

person who hurt her. But I won’t

scapegoat!”

your

turned to me and Colin. “I’ve called the cops, you know. This is falso

with mental issues who turned himself in, and without proof of his guilt, even the police don’t have the right to

Colin.

brows, lost in thought.

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indifferently. “You see? He’s utterly convinced

the data from Phoebe’s phone, I’d like to see how

took Colin’s

back at Dexter. After a few steps, he spoke up from behind

paused, turning to look at him, wondering what he meant.

you unconditionally and without

moment, his expression, his gaze, the way

it was all too easy to fall for them.