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.

into the study. “Phoebe, have I spoiled you too much? Now you think you can get away with breaking

a murderer?”

Dexter, wishing

head. “Dexter… it wasn’t me, it really wasn’t.”

he didn’t believe me.

wasn’t me. I didn’t push her, I swear!” I was desperate. almost

wasn’t to

Melody down the stairs! And you still

sent a

could I be so naive to think Hank would stand up for truth and justice on my

start, it was always them spreading rumors, tearing me down.

up, you’re going to jail,” Dexter said, his voice cold as he

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scared

died, I worked hard and studied hard. Everything I had achieved was

push her!” I stared at Dexter In terror, my breathing

up, finding some unknown courage to push him away and frantically flee the Fitzgerald mansion.

I once thought was heaven,

dark alleyway for a long time. I was terrified, feeling utterly alone in that

when I fell asleep, nor who covered me with a tattered but clean blanket, and left a cheap

time someone had given me a lollipop in the