Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace



Everyone was on edge, holding their breaths as they scanned the surroundings warily.

I leaned against the wall, panting, my gaze falling to my hands covered in blood...

But I had only nicked Archer's arm with the knife, it shouldn't have resulted in so much blood on my hands.

Instinctively hiding my hands behind me, I frantically rubbed the fresh blood off my hands.

It wasn't me... I didn't do it.

But why was there blood on my hands?

"It was her!" James suddenly pointed the finger at me. "I saw the blood on her hands."

"Crazy... figures, anyone associated with that lunatic is a lunatic!"

Emotions were running high among the crowd.

"If you ask me, if that lunatic doesn't let us out, we should just kill his wife," James whispered, inciting those around him to take action against me. "Yeah! Let us out or we're going to kill her!" They surrounded me, shouting at the cameras.

I sat on the floor, my body tense, and spoke firmly. "Killing me won't help. Caleb is definitely not behind this, and even if he was... killing me wouldn't solve your problems. He's already abandoned me."

"Pfft, killing you would at least be satisfying," someone retorted, expressing a desire to kill me to vent their frustration.

I clenched my fists, trying to remain calm. "Instead of wasting time on me, we should look for a way out before the next blackout. Haven't you noticed? Every time the power goes down, someone dies."

"If I had the strength to kill someone and hang them from the ceiling, I wouldn't be sitting here listening to your nonsense." I pushed myself off the wall, standing up, keeping a wary eye on those surrounding me.

They could attack at any moment, and right now, I was on my own...

"We found the exit!"

Just as James was about to make his move, Dexter's voice echoed from the end of the hallway.

Everyone instantly turned and dashed towards the source of the voice.

"Phoebe..." Dexter was running in the opposite direction. He glanced back and whispered, "They're all on the sixteenth floor, follow me."

Dexter grabbed my wrist, leading me towards the end of the hallway.

My breathing grew heavier, and my headache worsened.

"Click!"

Just as we reached the exit, the entire seventeenth floor went dark again.

James and the others had already descended the stairs, leaving Dexter and me on the seventeenth floor.

My heart raced, and in the darkness, I instinctively pushed Dexter towards the stairs. "Go..."

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Standing by the stairs, I distinctly felt someone behind me push me, sending me tumbling down the stairs.

As I fell, I heard Dexter's panicked voice, "Phoebe Caldwell!"

I hit the ground, feeling disoriented, unable to feel pain, as if my body and soul had separated.

The fall wasn't fatal, thankfully.

The sixteenth floor was well-lit, my nose was bleeding, and my consciousness was fading...

...

I didn't know how long I was unconscious, but I woke to the sound of people arguing.

"You still think she's Phoebe

Caldwell, don't you? How many

times do I need to tell you she's an

imposter?"

"You're overthinking it." Dexter's voice was low and tense, as if holding back anger.

"What's that? Why did you go back

for her, why are you so panicky. about her falling? What are aftead her?

of? You've fallen for

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Melody was pressing hard, and at this moment, she didn't resemble 'Phoebe Caldwell' at all.

Even after losing my memory and living with the Fitzgerald family, I would never question Dexter like that.

Dexter enduring and pretending to believe her was a struggle...

"Is she okay? She didn't die, did she?" Bran murmured on the side.

Annora's voice was gentle, touching my forehead. "She's not badly injured just worried about a concussion. We need to get out quickly and take her to the hospital for a check-up."

"Are her arms or legs broken?" Bran asked several questions in a row, none of them reassuring.

I struggled to open my eyes, only then feeling the intense pain radiating from every part of my body.