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..

push it too far. What… what are you planning?” she asked me

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lightly. “I’m not planning anything. I just want to watch you fall”

voice dropping to a whisper.

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name

what you did to Phoebe?” I continued to intimidate her.

and collapsed to the floor, looking

an actress at heart, and I expected her to clutch her stomach because Dexter was a

down at Melody with disdain. “Run

“This time, it

spoke In a low tone. “This is a gathering organized

was clear that Dexter’s patience was running thin,

was Dexter finally getting fed up?

How interesting.

in embarrassment, and the triumphant smirk she intended to throw my way never