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 tormented

a look of disgust. He was always impeccably dressed, regardless of whether my clothes

lost control and touched something as filthy as me while drunk.

leave me behind. Please.”

the door behind him, not

up. Stepping on broken glass, the pain and the sight of blood

dressed in what was left of my shirt, hugging the tattered fabric to my body as I stumbled out.

the club, the rain poured down, and Dexter was nowhere in

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

just ran

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

muttered, “Don’t touch me. I’ll

streets are full of drunks. You think you’ll still be back home in one piece if you go out like that? You might as well

How could they possibly let

it was dangerous to leave me alone, but he walked away

pushed the waiter, tears streaming down my

left the club than I

crying as I waited for the moment of rescue

didn’t love

had to survive.

escape as far away as