Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

“Dexter… Phoebe doesn’t want you to marry me.” Melody sobbed as she spoke.

“Leave her alone. We’re gonna get hitched no matter what, and she’ll crawl back when she sees she’s out of moves.” Dexter assumed that I was deliberately throwing a wrench into his and

Melody’s engagement party.

He made it public like he couldn’t wait to shout it from the rooftops. He figured that once I realized I couldn’t change things. I’d back off and leave him alone. But what he didn’t know was that I had let him go for a long time.

If I were still alive, I’d probably be on a plane out of Sea City by now.

“Dexter… Why does Phoebe hate me so? She pushed me down the stairs, which nearly killed. me, and now she’s trying to wreck our engagement ceremony with these dirty tricks. Hailey would never agree to this if she knew,” Melody cried.

Dexter’s face turned even uglier. “What else can she do besides sweet–talk my mom with her tricks?”

I laughed sarcastically and couldn’t even be bothered to explain anymore. It’s not like he could hear anything’I said. He never listened to me when I was alive, let alone now that I was dead.

Dexter and Melody went to the bedroom, and I sat on the couch like a total mess.

Laughter occasionally burst from the room, like a knife cutting through my soul..

Looking down at my stomach, I could feel my very soul trembling. That unborn child just vanished along with me.

If Dexter knew I was dead with his baby in my belly, he’d probably wake up laughing from his dreams. At last, someone had taken care of the problem baby for him.

“Buzz!”

At 3 a.m., Dexter’s phone rang.

“Hello?” Dexter sounded annoyed.

“Mr. Fitzgerald, we’ve found a headless female body in Mystic Rivers Valley. The bracelet on her wrist is confirmed to belong to your sister Phoebe. Please come and identify the body.”

Dexter sat up abruptly, his breath hitched.

Thunder roared outside the window, and Dexter’s head was suddenly splitting with pain.

“Phoebe?” At the flash of lightning, Dexter thought he saw a figure in the living room.

It looked so much like Phoebe.

I watched Dexter in surprise. Can he actually see me? I wondered.

But soon after, Dexter cursed, grabbed his coat, and got ready to leave.

Melody woke up too and came out barefoot.

“Phoebe, don’t blame me. Blame Dexter for being too attractive. All women just want him. I didn’t expect you to be so gullible to truly believe what I said. Well, you deserved to die.”

I rushed at her crazily, trying to strangle her while screaming out, “You killed me, it was you! I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you!”

With all my might, I tried to take down the woman who caused my death, but I couldn’t do a thing; my hands couldn’t even touch her.

I couldn’t take my revenge; I was powerless.

In the Homicide Division.

“The victim was sexually assaulted before her death, and the clothes on her body were not her

own.”

Dexter stood next to the autopsy table, and he was all stiff, “Phoebe lost the bracelet two months ago.” Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“Are you sure it’s this one?” the cop asked.

“Yeah, it’s from my grandma…”

The bracelet was meant for the future daughter–in–law of the Fitzgerald family, and he gave it to me on my eighteenth birthday.

“There’s a mole on Phoebe’s right breast…” Dexter was silent for a long time before he spoke of my physical traits. “And a red birthmark on the left side of her pubic bone.”

He told the police I was his sister. But how could a brother possibly know such intimate details

about his sister’s birthmarks?

The cops were taken aback, exchanged glances, and had the medical examiner check the body. “If your description is correct, then this body is not Phoebe.”

Dexter slowly closed his eyes, clearly relieved.

“Mr. Fitzgerald, it seems you’re hiding a lot from us,” the cop in charge frowned and led Dexter out. “What exactly is your relationship with Phoebe?”