Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 11

“I didn’t do it, how many times do I have to say it before you’ll believe me? I didn’t push her…” Without any evidence, Dexter always took Melody’s word as gospel. He trusted her unconditionally.

As for me? I might as well have been trash.

“Phoebe, you really deserve to die.”

The phrase he loved to throw at me was, “Phoebe, you deserve to die.”

That day, he didn’t let me off the hook. He slept with me in the club’s VIP room just to humiliate

1. me.

“Phoebe, do you have any idea how much those barflies charge for a night? Eight hundred…”

“Phoebe, you’re not even worth that much.”

“Phoebe, maybe I should’ve just let them have their way with you, huh?”

I lay on the couch numbly, feeling like my soul had been shredded to pieces.

“Dexter, please, just leave me alone…”

recall how long he tormented

let go of me and straightened his clothes with a look of disgust. He was always impeccably dressed, regardless

didn’t spare me another glance as if disgusted that he’d lost control

me behind. Please.”

the door behind him, not caring about the mess he’d left me

slowly getting up. Stepping on broken glass, the

dressed in what was left of my shirt, hugging the

poured down, and Dexter

night? You look like you’ve been through the wringer,” the waiter asked about my price per night with a sneer as he bumped

respond, just ran out in

being used

I backed away and muttered, “Don’t touch

in one piece if you go out like that? You might as well let me have a

could they possibly

alone, but he walked away without

pushed the waiter, tears streaming down

I left the club than I was cornered in an alley.

for the police, crying as I waited for the moment of rescue and that’s

didn’t love him anymore.

to survive.

had to escape as far away