Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

“Phoebe?”

“Phoebe…”

My consciousness slowly returned, and I could hear someone calling my name.

It was Dexter.

“Damian, what’s wrong with her? She looks… off,” Dexter asked with an anxious edge to

his voice.

“Did you give her the medication I prescribed on time?” Damian inquired. Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

“I made sure she took it at the exact hour every day. There’s no mistake.”

“Memory erasure and reconstruction isn’t an overnight process. She shouldn’t be experiencing amnesia right now. If she’s forgotten, be careful – it might be an act. You need to keep reinforcing the psychological suggestions, keep stimulating her environment, and don’t skip the medication. Bring her to the clinic on schedule for hypnotherapy and electroconvulsive therapy,” Damian instructed seriously.

Dexter fell silent for a moment before speaking. “Damian, is this fair to her?”

“Her mother wanted her to live an ordinary life, just like any other child. She’s ill; she needs treatment,” Damian insisted firmly.

But Dexter hesitated. “Is she really Phoebe? Do souls really cross over to other bodies?”

Damian responded coolly, “That’s something you need to ask yourself: who do you want

her to be?”

It took Dexter a long time to reply. “Phoebe. I want Phoebe to come back.”

Damian simply grunted. “Then do as I’ve told you.”

When I opened my eyes, Damian had already left.

Dexter was sitting by the bed. Seeing me awake, he was both excited and relieved. “Phoebe…”

I looked at him and said, “Dexter, I’d like some mango tapioca pudding.”

Dexter paused, then nodded. “I’ll have someone fetch it for you right away.”

Soon, the housekeeper brought the mango tapioca pudding.

“Have some?” He coaxed, trying to feed me.

“You first,” I said with a smile. “I remember how much you love mango tapioca pudding.”

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But in reality, it was Colin who adored mango tapioca pudding.

Dexter’s fingers stiffened noticeably, and he whispered, “You eat.”

I shook my head. “No, I want you to have it.”

Dexter looked at the mangoes in the bowl and took a hesitant bite.

“Why lie to me…” My voice was hoarse as I confronted him. “You’re not my lover, yet you pretend to be him, leading me to form false memories, mistrusting and tormenting me?”

Dexter was taken aback, his gaze shifting from shock to confusion as he stood up. “Phoebe, Do you remember now?”

I watched as his face broke out in hives after eating the mango.

Since Damian said I wasn’t supposed to have amnesia, I didn’t see the point in pretending

anymore.

“Why deceive me if you don’t love me, why trap me, why not tell me the truth…”

Why did he make me treat Colin like a stranger?

I was filled with resentment.

Dexter scrambled for words. “Phoebe, it’s not like that. I admit I was selfish for a moment, I… I didn’t want you to remember him; I wanted to be the only one in your heart and mind.”

“You succeeded, so why keep hurting me?” I challenged him.

His goal was achieved, yet the pain continued.

Dexter clenched his hands tightly. “I’m sorry. I was just paranoid, scared you were pretending because you used to…”

Dexter stopped short, unable to continue.

“Huh,” I sneered, eyeing the pills on the table. “I remember you and Hailey have been making me take these pills since I was eighteen, prescribed by Damian, right?”

Dexter’s gaze became complicated as he glanced at me. “Phoebe, you’re sick.”

I prompted him with a mocking smile. “What’s my illness?”

“You…” He seemed to find the words ‘emotional disorder‘ too hot to handle. “Phoebe, it’s time for your medication.”

He picked up the pills from the table, urging me to swallow them.