Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Dexter, she’s not Phoebe…”

The last fragments of consciousness hung on Melody’s tearful declaration that I wasn’t Phoebe.

“Phoebe is dead.”

I knew she was scared, panicking.

But why the panic? She was so confident before, so sure Dexter would marry her. Now, why the tears?

When I woke up again, everything was stark white. I found myself in a strangely familiar yet foreign place.

It was the Fitzgerald family mansion, the bedroom I had lived in for many years.

My vision was a bit numb. I tried to move my arm, but my body wasn’t quite under my control.

“Miss Phoebe…” a familiar voice called out my name.

“Miss, dinner’s ready,” said Wendy, the housekeeper, calling out to me.

I sat up with a headache, looking down at the clothes I was wearing, feeling a bit out of it.

These pajamas… they were a gift from Hailey.

“Miss, the young master is back,” Wendy said with a smile from outside the door.

Everything was so familiar yet so strange.

“That murderer is still at large, Dexter. You have to protect Melody.”

“These are dangerous times. That murderer is so vicious, took so many lives, and is still on the loose.”

Downstairs, Hank and the others were discussing the murderer, a scene that felt eerily familiar.

Melody sat on the sofa, still in her white sundress, gentle as a stream. She was the first to notice me, her eyes shifting uneasily.

I instinctively recoiled, not understanding why I trembled at the sight of them.

Though my body shook, I couldn’t shake the feeling that it wasn’t fear I was feeling.

A thought flashed through my mind – they all deserved to die.

I startled myself with the thought, numbly backing away, breathing fast and heavy.

“Phoebe?” Dexter came upstairs, looking at me anxiously. “Don’t be afraid. They’re just here for a get– together; join us for dinner.”

Dexter’s voice was unusually gentle, far from the one I remembered.

I dodged with fear, watching him warily. “Don’t… don’t touch me.”

“Phoebe… are you still mad at me? I was wrong before; I’ll never hurt you again.” Dexter’s promise was sincere as if he was taking an oath.

He reached out to me, asking for my trust.

Looking at his hand, my vision blurred.

What was I thinking? I actually wanted to… break his hand.

“Phoebe?” He saw me spacing out and tried to touch me.

“Ahh!” I cried out in fear, quickly stepping back.

It wasn’t Dexter I feared, but the thoughts swirling in my own mind.

“Phoebe, are you okay?” Melody came up the stairs, step by step. “Come down for dinner.”

Her smile was soft and inviting.

I watched her with suspicion, my pupils dilated.

“Phoebe?”

stepped towards Melody.

“Ahh!”

A scream rang out suddenly as Melody tumbled down the stairs.

When I came to my senses, I looked at my hands in horror,

I had… pushed Melody down the stairs.

There was a voice in my head just moments ago urging me to push down this wicked woman…

Dexter looked at me in shock, and the people downstairs were equally stunned.

They all stared at me with eyes wide in horror.

This time, it was clear to everyone. I had pushed Melody down. This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

“Dexter…” Thankfully, Melody wasn’t seriously hurt, just a twisted ankle and a swollen head. She looked at Dexter with teary eyes.

Dexter stood still, his fingers clenched. “Hank, take Melody to the hospital.”

Melody bit her lip, holding back words, her eyes a mix of despair and defiance as she looked at Dexter. Then, with a resentful gaze, she turned to me.

I tilted my head, looking down at her from my higher vantage point. I didn’t understand why I wanted to smile, but… I felt oddly cheerful.

“Phoebe, you’ve been in an accident; you need to rest,” Dexter told me to go back to my room, then hurried downstairs. “What happened today, nobody speaks a word outside.”