Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 109

Coraline’s jaw dropped in disbelief, not quite sure where she had misspoken.

Wasn’t it common knowledge that Melody was Dexter’s long–lost love, and Phoebe nothing but a scorned woman who had tried and failed to seduce him?

“Alright everyone, grab a seat,” James directed, orchestrating the seating for the get–together.

I let out a snort of derision.

Clearly, Coraline had hit a nerve with Dexter. I had died carrying his child, which was an omen of bad luck and a taboo topic for him.

“Must be starving, huh? Let’s dig in,” Mrs. Thompson quickly tried to steer the conversation away from dangerous waters. She was clueless about how to smooth over such an awkward moment.

After all, we were all her students.

“What’s got into Mr. Fitzgerald? Struck a nerve, did I? Well you know what they say. You can’t play with fire without getting burned.‘ In the dead of night, with your fiancée by your side, you’re not afraid of ghosts, are you?” I sneered, sidling up to Melody and whispering. “Melody, if you don’t want skeletons in your closet, better not bury any bodies. You think you’ve destroyed that incriminating voicemail from Phoebe’s phone, that you’re safe? But skeletons have a way of crawling back out of the closet… that recording will surface sooner or later.”

Melody turned as pale as a ghost, her hands clenched tight, her breath quickening as she stumbled backward..

too far. What… what are you planning?” she asked me in a hushed

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anything. I just want to watch you fall”

whisper. “Don’t cross the line,

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knew my name was Foebe; she must have done her homework.

crossing the line? Have you forgotten what you did to Phoebe?” I continued to intimidate her.

clutched her stomach and collapsed to the floor, looking completely

at heart, and I expected

looked down at Melody with disdain. “Run out

Dexter. “This time,

he spoke In a low tone. “This is a gathering organized by our teacher.

that Dexter’s patience was running thin,

Dexter finally getting fed

How interesting.

the triumphant smirk she intended to throw my way never