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, I can’t wait to

you at the end?” I asked

being intimate during the second trimester can help stabilize a pregnant woman’s hormones, calm her emotions, and keep her spirits high.”

I knew I shouldn’t expect

know to attend today’s family dinner,” Henry said

Brendan, but since he had suffered a stroke and was bedridden, Henry

frightened by Colin

the room

come and take a seat,” Henry commanded, puffing up

head of the family clearly

to sit down–where exactly? In the corner, or should we stand?

innocently, “Whose family dinner is this, anyway?”

politely, “It’s

who’s the head of the Langley family?” I continued. “Is it Henry? Since when did he take over? Grandpa’s not gone yet, and here he is, sitting in Grandpa’s chair. That can’t

feigned concern, “Yeah, not good at all. Sitting

the table and

I said sternly, not the least bit intimidated by his loud voice. “My husband and I

bellowed, signaling for several