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.

so familiar yet so

is still at large, Dexter. You

vicious, took

the others were discussing the murderer, a scene

sundress, gentle as a stream. She was the

understanding why I

feeling that it wasn’t

through my mind – they all

with the thought, numbly backing away, breathing

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

voice was unusually gentle, far from the one

with fear, watching him warily. “Don’t… don’t

me? I was wrong before; I’ll never hurt you again.” Dexter’s promise was sincere as if he was taking an oath.

out to me, asking

hand, my vision blurred.

was I thinking? I actually wanted to… break his hand.

saw me spacing out and

out in fear,

Dexter I feared, but the thoughts swirling

stairs, step by

was soft and

with suspicion, my pupils dilated.

“Phoebe?”

stepped towards Melody.