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

is still at large, Dexter. You have

took so many lives, and is

the murderer, a

on the sofa, still in her white sundress, gentle as a stream. She was the first to

I trembled at

couldn’t shake the feeling that it wasn’t

mind – they

with the thought, numbly backing away, breathing fast and heavy.

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

voice was unusually gentle, far from the one

dodged with fear, watching him warily.

was wrong before; I’ll never hurt you again.”

me, asking

hand, my vision

thinking? I actually wanted to…

spacing out and tried to touch me.

cried out in fear, quickly stepping

I feared, but the thoughts swirling

Melody came up the stairs, step by

soft

with suspicion, my pupils dilated.

“Phoebe?”

stepped towards Melody.