Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 322

"Are you gonna miss me if I leave?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

He didn't say anything, but his eyes were shattering.

"If it hurts you, then just make me stay," I pleaded, my voice cracking as I stretched my arms out to Colin.

Why did he always feel so insecure?

All he had to do was say the word, and I wouldn't go anywhere.

Colin just looked at me, not uttering a sound, but pulled me into a tight embrace, his gaze icy as it fixed on Dexter.

Dexter looked upset. "Caleb, let's see how long you can keep this act up."

At that moment, Dexter might've gotten why I had such a hard time with Melody.

Because no matter what I did, Dexter always stood by Melody first.

it from another angle, maybe he was the one who couldn't

then... did Phoebe beg you too, begging you to believe her?" Colin finally spoke, a warning edge to

possessively, not allowing me to see Dexter. His voice was hoarse and heavy with a dark oppression. "You're right. I'm no fool. The charade was to survive the cracks, to live past twenty. That's my life, not for someone like

feeling the

were just as shocked, staring at

been pretending all

She's mine, and I won't let go," Colin declared, tightening his grip on me as

wouldn't have played the fool for so long. Think you've grown wings now? That kid was just another piece in your game against Henry, right? From the start, you never intended for 'Foebe Larson's' kid to survive. It's

suddenly siding with you—don't tell me this isn't your doing. Those reporters were your pawns from the get-go, shielding

silent,

at Colin, my

wasn't the fool after

everything Dexter said

all part of his grand scheme? Including

over everything the Langley family had, he'd been

up, and I

felt lost. Death was confusing, rebirth was confusing, and now even trust was a

lost, I couldn't even