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

at large, Dexter. You

dangerous times. That murderer is so vicious, took

were discussing the murderer, a scene that felt eerily familiar.

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

recoiled, not understanding why I trembled

the feeling that it wasn’t fear I was

thought flashed through my mind – they

with the thought, numbly backing

looking at me anxiously. “Don’t be afraid.

unusually gentle, far from the

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

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

me,

hand, my vision

thinking? I actually wanted to…

spacing out and tried

in

I feared, but the thoughts swirling in my own mind.

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

soft and

her with suspicion, my pupils

“Phoebe?”

stepped towards Melody.