Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

He never got that kind of pull,

I boarded the train absent–mindedly and massaged my temples.

Lately, I’ve been plagued by a sense of foreboding I couldn’t shake. It felt as if something bad was on the horizon.

My phone buzzed. It was Stella and I didn’t expect that..

Since my passing, she’d grown colder and more detached. She’d thrown all her endeavor into hunting down the criminal.

It pained me to see her like this, but I was at a loss on how to help. She wouldn’t take my word for anything.

“Melody lost the baby. That maniac is still after her, but thank God the cops got there in time. She just lost the child, though.”

My heart clenched at the news. The perpetrator was still obsessively targeting Melody.

“Why are you telling me this? I thought you didn’t trust me?” I murmured.

I couldn’t fathom why Stella was suddenly confiding in me.

“Melody said she wants to see you,” Stella said flatly.

“See me?” I was taken aback.

Why would Melody want to meet me? I was Foebe now.

“Yes, you, Foebe with,an F,” Stella’s voice was aloof.

I somehow felt a wave of anxiety. “When?” NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

“Tonight at six, I’ll meet you at the entrance of Sea City Hospital.”

“Okay.” I hung up and stared blankly out the train window, lost in thought.

Melody wanted to see me?

Did she know Foebe too?

“Is the Langley Group talking about its cooperation with the Fitzgerald Group today?” I asked casually, as the family butler was escorting me. I wondered if he was privy to the company’s affairs.

“Yes…” he nodded. He actually knew what was happening in the company.

“Dexter is handling it personally?” I asked.

“Yes.”

I frowned.

10:52

Melody lost her baby and Dexter must have heard. How could he still be in the mood for business? How could he be so cold?

Wasn’t he madly in love with Melody?

Didn’t he used to fuss over her at the slightest injury?

Now, with the baby gone, he acted like nothing’s happened.

“We’re here.” The butler said.

Arriving at the company, I got out of the car. Looking up at the Langley Group skyscraper, I was struck by the power it represented in the Sea City business world. The building… the entire edifice belonged to the Langley family.

“Mr. Fitzgerald, right this way.”

Talk about bad timing. Just as I entered the company, I saw Dexter walking in as well.

Dexter clearly noticed me too, our eyes locking for a fleeting moment.

The clueless assistant ushered us into the same elevator.

There were just a few of us inside the elevator, whereas the air felt heavy and tense. Reaching the second floor’s lounge area, more employees crowded in, pushing me back. Suddenly, someone raised an arm to steady me against the elevator corner.

I looked up into Dexter’s eyes without giving much thought, and immediately felt a sickening churn in my stomach.

Truth to form, seeing him was physically unsettling. His gaze was intense, as if trying to see right through me.

“Enjoying your leisure time, Mr. Fitzgerald? I heard about your wife’s miscarriage… and yet here you are, ready for business.” I couldn’t hide my scorn.

Dexter stiffened, his voice heavy, “She’s not my wife.”

“Oh? Weren’t you two head over heels just a while ago?” His fickleness disgusted me; was he already discarding his old flame?

“My wife’s name was Phoebe Caldwell, and she’s passed away.” He was suddenly claiming Phoebe as his wife.

It felt like I’d been slapped with, something vile. Looking at Dexter with pure fury, I retorted almost reflexively, “Shameless. Since when was she your wife? Don’t you dare tarnish her memory!”

The complexity in Dexter’s eyes deepened, and after a long pause, he finally said, “Phoebe…”