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.

arms around me and refusing to let go. “Wifey,

the doctor tell you at the end?” I

second trimester can help stabilize a pregnant woman’s hormones,

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

attend today’s family dinner,” Henry

taken by Brendan, but since he had suffered a stroke and was bedridden, Henry had taken it upon himself

had all arrived, including those who had been frightened by Colin before. They were pale as ghosts, huddling close to Henry,

the

take a seat,” Henry commanded, puffing up with

head of the family clearly trying

and he was telling us to sit down–where exactly? In the corner,

innocently, “Whose family

“It’s the Langley family’s.”

over? Grandpa’s not gone yet,

not good at all. Sitting in that chair is like asking for

his hand on the table and stood up. “The

not the least bit intimidated by his loud voice. “My husband and I aren’t feeling

signaling for several bodyguards at the door