Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 259

Chapter 259

Dexter, she’s not Phoebe…”

The last fragments of consciousness hung on Melody’s tearful declaration that I wasn’t Phoebe.

“Phoebe is dead.”

I knew she was scared, panicking.

But why the panic? She was so confident before, so sure Dexter would marry her. Now, why the tears?

When I woke up again, everything was stark white. I found myself in a strangely familiar yet foreign place.

It was the Fitzgerald family mansion, the bedroom I had lived in for many years.

My vision was a bit numb. I tried to move my arm, but my body wasn’t quite under my control.

“Miss Phoebe…” a familiar voice called out my name.

“Miss, dinner’s ready,” said Wendy, the housekeeper, calling out to me.

I sat up with a headache, looking down at the clothes I was wearing, feeling a bit out of it.

These pajamas… they were a gift from Hailey.

“Miss, the young master is back,” Wendy said with a smile from outside the door.

familiar

Dexter. You have to

so vicious, took

the murderer,

still in her white sundress, gentle as a stream. She was the

instinctively recoiled, not understanding why I trembled at the sight of

shake the feeling that it

my mind – they

with the thought, numbly backing

upstairs, looking at me anxiously. “Don’t be afraid. They’re just here for a get–together; join us

was unusually gentle, far from

fear, watching him warily.

are you still mad at me? I was wrong before; I’ll never hurt you

to me,

at his hand, my vision blurred.

I thinking? I actually

He saw me spacing out and tried to touch me.

cried out in

wasn’t Dexter I feared, but the

came up the stairs, step by step. “Come down for dinner.”

was soft and inviting.

suspicion, my pupils

“Phoebe?”

stepped towards Melody.

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