Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 105

At the Haven Hotel.

Striding into the lobby, I instantly spotted Coraline and Oscar, that sleazeball, all wrapped up in each other’s arms.

I rolled my eyes in disgust – truly, a sleaze and a scoundrel are a match made in heaven. “Hey, Foebe, you made it!” A classmate approached me with exaggerated warmth. “We heard you got hitched! Where’s your hubby? Why didn’t you bring him along?”

I didn’t respond, instead taking a seat in the lounge area. “Has everyone arrived yet?”

“Foebe, we’ve heard you married into the high society, catching the eye of the Langley family’s eldest grandson. We all agreed to bring our better halves today, but I see you’re solo… Could it be that Mr. Langley isn’t fond of you, or is the high and mighty heir not presentable enough?” The classmate teased with a mocking undertone.

I found their pettiness exhausting. In my past life, these very people bullied and tormented me at school. If I were to live through this again without standing up for myself, then all the suffering I endured before would have been in vain.

They say it’s hard to change one’s nature, but after such a life–changing ordeal, I should have had my epiphany by now.

Humans are creatures that bully the weak and suck up to the powerful.

They thought I was an easy target, and my compliance wouldn’t halt their abuse, only embolden them.

should my husband come here to be ogled by you? He’s busy. We’re talking about a class reunion here. Are you aiming to become the other woman? Sure, the Langley family is loaded; they can afford to keep you as a side piece, but

classmate was floored by my retort, mouth agape in disbelief for an uncomfortably long moment before she finally managed to sputter, “Foebe… Do you actually

all high and mighty now, huh? Everyone knows you’re just a reproduction tool for the Langley family.” another

all that pain to have you, and you repay her by calling her a ‘reproduction tool‘? That’s

was stunned into silence, pointing

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embrace, frowned slightly and whispered to him, “Don’t you think

they had all noticed the

backbone after marrying into the

“The teacher’s here.”

our teacher, now frail and confined to a wheelchair, looked pale but still exuded kindness. I’ve always trusted my sixth sense, and it told me she was one

ones.

instead, they often endure the agony of illness. She was likely in the late stages of cancer, her body swollen with the

aren’t many I can

overcome with emotion. “Some of them were my