Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 85

“Yes, it wasn’t Phoebe who pushed Melody down the stairs. I was downstairs, and I saw everything clearly,” Hank leaned against the wall, sobbing as he spoke.

“Spit it out!” Dexter’s voice was icy, his patience thin.

“That day, I was at your place with Melody’s sister Serena, and there was a scuffle between Melody and Phoebe. Melody just lost her balance and tumbled down the stairs. It wasn’t Phoebe’s doing.” Hank admitted through tears. “I lled, okay? I just wanted to get back at Phoebe. I didn’t stand up for her.”

Dexter didn’t say a word. Instead, he grabbed Hank by the collar and started throwing punches that landed with a sickening thud on Hank’s face.

“Dexter, why the hell are you hitting me. It was you who didn’t believe her in the first place.” Hank, desperate and cornered, yelled back at Dexter.

Another punch from Dexter, each one more furious than the last, as if he were trying to beat the life out of him.

I glanced at Stella. “You think he’ll kill him?”

Stella clenched her fists. “Even if he does, the guy had it coming.”

I nodded in agreement.

Hank was the kind of person who deserved no less. I could never forget what Hank had done to

1. me.

you and Phoebe. You’ve been with her. slept with her, and you deny it! Why? Why is it okay for you to touch her, and when I do, she goes all high and mighty, acting all pure when you’ve had your

Hank spilled

with rage as he slammed Hank’s head against the wall again. “You touched

and pinned

again. What did you do to her?” Dexter

watched as Dexter took his anger out on Hank, a cold smile playing on my lips.

know

for help. Wasn’t it Dexter himself who had believed Hank’s lies, accusing me of being

a

reborn would leave me with nothing but hatred, but the memory still made my entire body

of control, I burst into the room, shoved Dexter aside, grabbed Hank by the collar, and slapped him hard

I raged, gripping Hank’s collar, wishing I could strangle

blows, fell to the floor, looking up at me with a mad grin.

for a moment before

a lunatic sound. “Phoebe, I never meant to

turned to crying, a

knew he wasn’t regretting hurting me; he regretted that my supposed death had dragged him down as well. He felt his life was ruined