Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 168

Oh, the irony.

“Look, I’ve gotta run; I’m not in the mood for your BS,” I said, eager to hang up the phone and end the absurd conversation.

you

“You really think I don’t have evidence of your ties to the murderer, Foebe? Just wait, I’ll drag down with me even if it’s the last thing I do,” Melody hissed, her voice seething with malice. “Don’t get too smug. I’ve helped Dexter before, and for old time’s sake, he’ll take care

of me.”

“He won’t leave me for you. You’re just a passing fancy to him,” Melody continued, fooling no one but herself.

“Oh wow, good for you. Good luck with that,” I said with a smirk.

With that, I hung up the phone.

I had plans for Melody, plans to make her life miserable, every waking moment filled with dread and suspicion. But there was no need to rush.

Revenge is a dish best served cold, and I intended to cook Melody slowly, letting her feel the torment I had endured a hundredfold.

“Mr. Caleb sure does adore his wife. He’s been fasting all day, just waiting for her. He won’t touch a bite until she comes home.”

I overheard the babysitters gossiping as I descended the stairs.

waiting for me. He had been

as I stepped out of the

so adamant about

was I to him, really?

I’ve got some questions about our school days that I need to ask you for work,” I said, calling

digging into the past to uncover what really happened at the orphanage.

at the Corner Café,” I said

of the Langley estate, I hailed

I

as I got in, I glanced in the rear–view mirror and noticed

instructed, trying

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us took the same

make a right,” I directed again.

car continued

spot to stop, and the car stopped

someone was

Café, not wanting to drag James into whatever this was, especially since he, too,

number was way down the list, it would take some time for the

him.

out of the cab, I pretended to touch up my makeup,