Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

“We need to get home.” I murmured, my thoughts a tangled web as I quickened my pace and took Colin’s hand.

He followed with his head hung low, sobbing softly.

Worry gnawed at me, and I lifted his bangs to examine the bruise on his forehead. “Does it hurt?”

Colin nodded, his eyes rimmed red, tears streaming down as if they were worthless.

Suddenly, my heart clenched painfully.

Those eyes were too innocent. It was impossible to reconcile them with those of a murderer.

“Promise me you won’t hurt yourself again.” I carefully wiped the blood from his face and led him outside.

Waiting for us was Dexter’s bodyguard.

Colin tensed immediately, shielding me behind him, ready to leap like a wild animal at its prey.

“You’d rather trust a lunatic than believe me?” Dexter approached, wincing as he touched a bloody cut on his forehead. “Foebe, you’re becoming more and more like Phoebe.”

I eyed Dexter warily. “What are you trying to pull?”

“Caleb, you killed Phoebe because you hated her, didn’t you? You hated that she forgot you, right?” Dexter’s voice was a low accusation.

Colin stood protectively in front of me, eyeing Dexter with mistrust. “You’re the one who deceived her. You’re the one who deserves death.”

Dexter scoffed. “Seems like you’re not going to give up.”

As Dexter signaled his bodyguard to advance, my heart raced with fear. What madness was Dexter plotting? “What are you trying to do?”

I moved to shield Colin, but we were outnumbered.

Colin was a skilled fighter, but he was blindsided by a sneak attack.

I was pinned by Dexter’s men, my eyes blazing with anger. “Dexter!”

“He’s a psycho. When provoked, he could smash things, hurt people, even kill or commit suicide–it’s all possible,” Dexter said coldly, looking down at Colin subdued on the floor. “What does it matter if a lunatic dies?”

“Dexter… let him go!” I struggled frantically, dread mounting as I began to realize his intention.

He wanted to throw Colin off the building.

“Dexter… what will it take for you to let him be?” My voice was hoarse with desperation.

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Dexter’s vendetta wasn’t just about avenging Phoebe; it was about his pitiful, fragile ego. He was running from the truth that he was the one who had killed Phoebe.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Dexter looked at me dispassionately. “Unless Phoebe comes back from the dead, he must die.”

I took a deep breath and faced Dexter. “You’re the one who should be dead…”

“Police!”

As Dexter’s goons tried to drag Colin away, the cops burst in.

Dexter frowned, his gaze shifting to Colin.

Colin met Dexter’s eyes with defiance.

“What’s going on here?” Robin entered with his team, frowning at the scene between Dexter and Colin.

Colin played the victim. “He kidnapped my wife and had his men beat me up.”

Robin looked astonished. Colin, looking aggrieved? This was a new expression on Colin’s face,

one Robin had never seen before.

Dexter’s face darkened, and just as he was about to speak, Eric arrived with the lawyer. “Officer Robin, although Mr. Caleb has a psychiatric condition that makes him unaccountable for his actions during episodes, Mr. Fitzgerald is of sound mind. Kidnapping and assault are serious charges.”

Robin glanced at me, silently urging me to clarify the situation.

All eyes, including Dexter’s, were on me, waiting for me to speak. Whether Dexter was guilty of kidnapping depended on my word.