Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 113

After going a little crazy, I actually felt relieved. The Phoebe of the past was dead and gone.

I’m no longer Phoebe. No longer under Dexter’s thumb.

The nightmares he gave me, the so–called favors from the past, I’ve repaid them all.

I owed him nothing. It was he who owed me..

He owed me a life, the life of the child I carried inside me.

As I was about to leave, my phone rang.

It was Stella calling.

“Foebe, the police have recovered Phoebe’s phone, and they’ve retrieved her last voicemail before she died.”

Before heading to Tangle Lane, I had recorded my conversation with Melod

It was my smartest move yet. I didn’t trust Melody, not since she accused me of pushing her down the stairs.

Luckily, I had made that recording.

“I’ve already notified Dexter. Do you want to come over and listen?” Stella asked.

face when he hears it,” I said through clenched

finally understood why those gentle, frail women turned into vengeful spirits after death- because hatred intensifies

once had for him, the hope I held as I died that he would save me, was now equal to the hatred

she had a stomach ache and went to the hospital. It would’ve been quite a show if she were here.” Stella said in a low voice.

the one who

sarcastically. “Her? Cried wolf one too many times, who knows if it’s

anymore. Seeing Dexter’s face was entertainment enough.

‘theater“,” I said, hanging up the phone and flashing

stiffened for a moment, then hesitantly spoke up.

referring

I did.

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I answered truthfully.

His hand, which had been holding mine, slowly loosened, and he turned to look out the car window

was that about?

was a bit puzzled.

I not

not a good man…” After an awkward silence. Colin muttered, still gazing out

himself, pretending I was Phoebe. “Oh.” I didn’t believe Colin recognized me; at best, he saw me as a stand–in because of