Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 112

Igaped at Colin, a chill creeping up my spine. Was he some kind of mind reader?

Without a word, I quickly averted my eyes, too scared to meet Colin’s intense gaze.

He had the air of a 19th–century European warlock, his very presence enough to set one’s heart racing in fear.

His eyes were so mesmerizing they seemed capable of drowning someone in their depths.

The driver followed Dexter in secret, watching as Dexter drove towards the outskirts of town.

Was he heading to Eternal Cemetery?

Surprised, I watched the graveyard come into view as Dexter parked and entered.

After dumping Melody, he actually came to a cemetery–how ridiculous.

“Am I… buried here?” I whispered timidly.

Colin gripped my hand tightly. “After they found your body, everyone said Dexter lost his mind. He fought with the cops over your body and got detained for twenty–four hours. After the autopsy, it was Dexter’s mother who claimed your remains for a cremation. To punish him, she didn’t tell him where your ashes were scattered. I heard he begged in the yard all night before she finally revealed it to him.”

According to Colin, Dexter had gone mad after my death. Nobody had told me about the aftermath until now.

Dexter had gone mad?

car, watching as Dexter approached a tombstone, his figure

there, looking like he was about to shatter

of

I felt disgusted.

dirty my grave.

messing up my path to heaven…” I muttered under my breath, itching to curse Dexter

couldn’t be reborn? That I was stuck

doesn’t he leave?” I was growing impatient.

was he doing standing

and Colin remained

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Chapter 112

“Hmph, he often stands here all day

frowned. Dexter really was

he didn’t actually stand there the whole day.

he took a phone call, his face visibly changing

gone, I stepped out of the car, curiously approaching my own tombstone.

would be like after

at your own

Bizarre.

closed in on the tombstone, my composure shattering.

read “Beloved Wife, Phoebe“?

beloved wife? Is he even human?” I