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.

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 can get away with breaking the law? What’s next?

become a murderer?”

face, looking at Dexter,

head. “Dexter…

he didn’t believe

saw it! Hank was there, and it wasn’t me. I didn’t push her,

wasn’t to be.

he saw you push Melody down the stairs! And you still deny it!”

sent a chill through me.

would stand up for truth and

was always them

when she wakes 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 earned bit by bit. I refused to

won’t go to jail. I didn’t push her!” I stared at Dexter In terror, my

finding some unknown courage to push him away and

I once thought was heaven, only to discover

alleyway for a long time. I

who covered me with a tattered but clean blanket,

had given me a lollipop in the