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 strange.

still at large, Dexter.

are dangerous times. That murderer is so vicious, took so

others were discussing the murderer, a scene that felt eerily

white sundress, gentle as a stream. She was the first to notice me, her eyes shifting

recoiled, not understanding why I trembled at

my body shook, I couldn’t shake the feeling that it wasn’t fear

through my mind – they all deserved to die.

thought, numbly backing away, breathing

be afraid. They’re just here

far

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

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

out to me, asking for my

at his hand, my vision

actually wanted to…

spacing out and tried to touch

out in

Dexter I feared, but the thoughts swirling

up the stairs,

was soft and

suspicion, my

“Phoebe?”

stepped towards Melody.

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