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…”

how long he

let go of me and straightened his clothes with a look of disgust. He

another glance as if disgusted that he’d lost control and

me behind.

not caring about the mess he’d left

that was crumpled on the floor and slowly getting up. Stepping on broken glass, the pain and the sight of blood snapped

shirt, hugging the tattered fabric to my body

rain poured down, and Dexter was nowhere

the wringer,” the waiter asked about my price per night with a sneer as he bumped

ran out in

Playing the innocent? After being used like that by a rich guy, you’re not going to

was terrified. I backed away and muttered, “Don’t touch me. I’ll call the cops…”

be back home in one piece if you go out like that? You

outside. How could they possibly let

was dangerous to leave me alone, but he walked away without looking

I pushed the waiter, tears

left the

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

didn’t love him

had to

escape as far away