Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Dexter’s expression was as unreadable as ever, his usual aloof demeanor in place.

Melody, on the other hand, seemed over the moon, gazing down at her swelling belly with the kind of anticipation only an expectant mother could understand.

I let out a scornful chuckle. If I hadn’t died, what would Dexter have done about the child

growing inside me? Forced me to get an abortion, or taken matters into his own hands and ended the pregnancy himself?

He was capable of anything, after all.

My derisive laugh seemed to catch their attention, and both Dexter and Melody turned their gazes toward me.

Surprise flashed in their eyes for a moment.

Dexter stepped forward, his face pale. “Phoebe…”

I frowned. Although Foebe did bear some resemblance to me, it wasn’t enough to confuse Dexter.

“Who are you?

Dexter studied me for a long time, looking somewhat forlorn as he finally stepped back. “Crazy…” I muttered under my breath, clenching my fists as I walked past Dexter.

“Dexter, she’s not Phoebe. You’ve made a mistake.” Melody feigned a choke–up, clutching Dexter’s arm. “Dexter, we can’t bring the dead back to life. You can’t keep doing this. If not for your own sake, then for the sake of our baby.”

My steps felt numb as I walked away, each one a struggle against the urge to turn back and end this despicable couple. But the time wasn’t right. I had to let Dexter see Melody’s true colors first, to rip off her mask of hypocrisy and show him everything she had done!

“The test results are in for Mrs. Langley, Doctor. Please, have a look, the nanny said, handing over the results.

Sitting in the chair, I could feel the uncomfortable heat of the scrutinizing glare on my back.

What was Dexter looking at?

“Let’s go, Dexter,” Melody urged, pulling him away.

He looked back at me until they left the consultation room, murmuring. “Is she really… not Phoebe?”

Shaking off Melody’s hand, Dexter walked ahead. “You’re satisfied now. Phoebe was pregnant too with my child…” His murmurs reached me even in the consultation room.

Disgusting!

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“The HCG levels are still low, so we’ll need to observe for a while longer to determine if it’s an intrauterine or ectopic pregnancy. If we rule out other complications, you can rest assured and focus on prenatal care.” Dr. Emily said with a smile. “Don’t stress too much. Everything looks

fine.”

I nodded, taking the results and walking out of the room. Suddenly, I clutched my mouth, heaving, and without a second thought for the bodyguards or the nanny outside, I dashed for

the restroom.

Once inside, I checked left and right before sighing with relief; the window was ajar, just enough for me to squeeze through.

I clambered out and made a beeline away from the hospital. NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

Before the Langley family’s henchmen could drag me back, there was something I needed to take care of.

I needed to find Stella. In this world, she was the only person I could trust. The only one who would recognize me.

I had barely made it a few steps when the Langley’s goons started chasing after me.

I was getting irritated; these people were like bad pennies.

Just as I was about to hide, a hand yanked me into a car and covered my mouth.

Panicking, I turned around, repulsed by the person behind me. It was Dexter. Now, just seeing him, smelling his scent made me feel sick to my stomach.

“Who are you? What do you want?” I eyed Dexter warily.

“Nothing. I mean no harm. I just… I just want to help you,” he said, raising his hands to show he was unarmed.

It hadn’t been that long since I’d last seen him, but Dexter looked like he’d aged years. He’d lost weight, and he didn’t shine as brightly as he used to.