Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 377



"No way," Stella shook her head. "Phoebe Caldwell reincarnating into Melody? Gross... Better off dead."

The gloom of the past few days was finally lifted in that moment, drawing a laugh from us both.

I bowed my head in resignation, laughing till I felt like crying. "Yeah, waking up as the person you loathe most is practically a fate worse than death." Seeing me laugh, Stella reached out and took my wrist. "Don't overthink it. She thinks she can fool everyone, but those who truly cared for Phoebe Caldwell can't be deceived. Details and feelings are hard to mimic. Who does she think she is..."

I too felt that Melody was fighting a losing battle.

But her charade wasn't for convincing us; it was aimed at Dexter and Colin.

Dexter had long been brainwashed and manipulated by Damian. It was no surprise he believed Melody was Phoebe Caldwell.

But Colin...

I tried calling Colin.

He rejected my call the first time.

He never used to do that.

"Colin won't be fooled by her," Stella sighed. "Phoebe... sometimes, you've got to try trusting someone. Constantly doubting someone is exhausting." Stella always had a knack for seeing through me.

I still felt there were too

murderer and

once in a while," Stella locked eyes with me before speaking again. "Let me tell you

I nodded.

Robin..." Stella looked down, her ears tinting

I wasn't really

Robin?" I whispered, feeling a bit

innate

a deep breath, then exhaled

think he's quite nice to you," I

sometimes mutual feelings aren't enough to be together. He said he doesn't like me, and even if he did, it means he

his return to the detective force was inevitable. His job was too

didn't want to hold Stella

other day my

found where I was renting, and knocked on the door to see Robin, I told her we were just roommates, but she wouldn't have it, immediately started talking about arranging a marriage... wanting Robin to marry

knew about Stella's

of work, and her mom was too conservative, obsessed with

out to

went back to

the ceiling without strength, just like old times. "Phoebe, life is so

you thinking?" I reached over,

think I want to get married. If I do, I can

Stella...