Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 173

Dexter’s eyes blazed with a fury so intense it seemed he might truly be capable of murder.

Pushing him away with all my might, I gasped for breath and snarled at Dexter, “What right do you have to say any of this? Weren’t you the one who got her killed? Wasn’t it you who sent her to distract that murderer? If she hadn’t died, would you have even let her have the baby?”

“Yes!” Dexter’s fist slammed into the trash can behind me.

The can clattered to the ground, and we both fell silent, glancing back toward the old courtyard, afraid that someone might have heard the commotion.

A couple of dumpster divers started to approach, looking for salvage, and we both breathed a sigh of relief.

After a long silence, Dexter’s voice came out hoarse. “I would’ve married her.”

It was as if he was speaking,to me, yet at the same time, talking to himself.

“Do you believe in souls?” he asked with a bitter laugh.

I didn’t answer.

“That day…I thought I saw her…”

I didn’t know which day Dexter was referring to, and I didn’t care anymore.

Robin arrived shortly after, cautious not to spook anyone, bringing only Cory and a few undercover cops for a secret visit.

They sneaked into the yard, quietly opened the door from the inside, and burst in.

and I followed

a lanky figure was slurping down instant noodles when Robin pinned

have expected us, remaining cool as he leaned back on the couch.

a suspect in a murder

smiled and remained silent. Half his face was scarred from burns, obscuring

and his gaze was icy.

out, he glanced at

look was full of

chill ran down my spine,

and pulled me behind him, taking my wrist.

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his hand and waited until Robin had taken the man away before I spoke up harshly. “Mr.

Leave Caleb, divorce him,” he insisted, gripping my wrist so tight

his hand with disgust, but he was obstinate, determined to make

Colin.

you sick in the head?” I cursed, then suddenly laughed. “Are you addicted to thinking I’m Phoebe Caldwell? You think you can project your guilt onto me and make

looked down, refusing

struggled, but I was

the

shoved into the car, and he locked the

wave of panic as if I had returned to life before

torment were

I slapped him hard, trying to get out of the car.