Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 250

Get yourself checked out if you’re feeling sick, Colin frowned in disgust, pulling me back With him. Don’t catch whatever she’s got; it’s toxic.”

Melody gave a mocking laugh, looking at me with amusement. “Foebe, congratulations on snagging yourself a real catch,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she emphasized the words ‘real catch‘.

She seemed like someone watching a play, waiting to see my downfall. “You two are just perfect for each other. Here’s to a lifetime of happiness, to growing old together, and to having a bunch of little ones running around.”

The blessing that came from her lips sounded more like a wicked curse.

It was evident she was waiting to see me become the butt of the joke, to witness my demise. She was mocking me for consorting with the devil, for my own descent into hell.

“I wish

you the same,” I said to her, holding Colin’s hand tightly as we turned to leave. “May you and Dexter be inseparable. Make sure he doesn’t escape to bring misery to others.”

Melody’s eyes filled with venom as Colin and I walked into the living room, and only then did she leave.

“Don’t believe a word she says. I’ll treat you right, Phoebe, I promise,” Colin said, as if to reassure me, worried that Melody’s words might affect me.

“I believe you,” I replied with a smile.

was overjoyed, wrapping his arms around me and refusing to let go. “Wifey, I

tell you at the end?” I asked

that being intimate during the second trimester can help stabilize

nearly bit my tongue. I knew I shouldn’t expect anything serious to come out from his

attend today’s family dinner,” Henry said sternly, clutching his

had suffered a stroke and was

arrived, including those who had been frightened by Colin

surveyed the room silently.

family gathering, come and take a

the family clearly trying to put us in our

sit down–where

asked innocently, “Whose family dinner is this,

politely, “It’s the Langley

he take over? Grandpa’s not gone yet, and

good at all. Sitting in that chair is like asking for a stroke.”

the table and stood up. “The nerve! Where’s the respect

“My husband and I aren’t feeling well, so we won’t be staying for dinner. We’ll

several bodyguards at the door to block