Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

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.

was so familiar yet so strange.

Dexter. You

took so many lives, and is still on the

others were discussing the murderer, a scene that felt eerily

the sofa, still in her white sundress, gentle as a

not understanding why I trembled at the sight of

the feeling

thought flashed through my mind – they all deserved to

numbly backing away, breathing fast

at me anxiously. “Don’t be afraid. They’re just here

far from the one I remembered.

watching him warily. “Don’t… don’t touch

you still mad at me? I was wrong before; I’ll never hurt you again.” Dexter’s

me, asking for my

at his hand, my vision blurred.

was I thinking? I actually wanted to…

spacing out and tried to

out in

wasn’t Dexter I feared, but the thoughts swirling

you okay?” Melody came up the stairs, step by step.

smile was soft and

watched her with suspicion, my pupils dilated.

“Phoebe?”

stepped towards Melody.