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 hitting me? Don’t think I don’t know about 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,

Hank spilled

slammed Hank’s head against the wall again. “You touched

caught him and pinned him

you do to her?” Dexter screamed, completely

outside, I watched as Dexter took his anger out on Hank, a cold

think I didn’t know what

for help. Wasn’t it Dexter himself who had believed

he called me a dirty, loose woman?

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

grabbed Hank by the collar, and

you just die!” I raged, gripping Hank’s collar, wishing I could

by Dexter’s blows, fell to the floor, looking up

before

never meant to kill you. I really didn’t.”

turned to crying, a wailing sob.

me; he regretted that my supposed death had dragged him down as well. He felt