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.

hands. Why should my husband come here to be ogled by you? He’s busy. We’re talking about

moment before she finally managed to sputter, “Foebe… Do you actually think marrying into the Langley family makes you something special? As if we don’t know the score with the Langleys.”

all high and mighty now, huh? Everyone knows you’re just a

have you, and you repay her by calling her a ‘reproduction tool‘? That’s so disrespectful! Aren’t you afraid of getting struck by lightning the moment you

silence, pointing

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

they had all noticed the change in

of backbone after marrying into the Langley

“The teacher’s here.”

frail and confined to a wheelchair, looked pale but still exuded kindness. I’ve always

ones.

agony of illness. She was likely in the late stages of cancer, her

in years and my health is failing. Before I go, I wanted to see you all one last time. Out of all my students, there aren’t many I can still meet,” she said with a smile, urging everyone to sit. “This reunion isn’t just because I’m unwell and wanted to see you; it’s also because of the recent serial murderer who’s

overcome with emotion. “Some of them were my students. I