Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 33

The ambulance arrived, and they took Melody away.

I watched as Dexter cradled Melody in his arms, anxiety etched on his face, while he shot me at vicious glare.

Everyone there backed up Melody’s story, saying it was me who pushed her down the stairs. Even the Fitzgerald family’s housekeeper took their side.

In that moment, I felt lost in a fog, even doubting myself.

Had I actually… pushed her?

I had fallen into a trap of my own making. I didn’t know how to explain. Explaining felt wrong. but so did staying silent.

I curled up at the bottom of the staircase, waiting for what seemed like an eternity.

Finally, in the wee hours of the morning, Dexter returned.

With teary eyes, I stood up and choked out, “Dexter… it wasn’t me.”

“Slap!” His hand struck my face, and my ear rang with the force of it. My nose bled, my hearing muffled–my eardrum must have burst.

He had put all his strength into that slap.

cops? You’ve committed assault!” Dexter hauled me up from the floor and dragged me into the study. “Phoebe, have I spoiled you too much? Now you think you

become a murderer?”

face, looking at Dexter, wishing he

head. “Dexter… it wasn’t me,

he didn’t

I didn’t push her, I swear!” I was

it wasn’t

you push Melody

words sent a chill

naive to think Hank would stand up for truth and justice on my

it was always them spreading

going to jail,” Dexter said, his voice cold as he threatened to

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was scared and indignant.

studied hard. Everything I had achieved was

push her!” I stared at

push him away

once thought was heaven, only to discover

long time. I

with a tattered but clean blanket, and left a cheap but spotless cup

wasn’t the first time someone had given me