Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Coraline’s jaw dropped in disbelief, not quite sure where she had misspoken.

Wasn’t it common knowledge that Melody was Dexter’s long–lost love, and Phoebe nothing but a scorned woman who had tried and failed to seduce him?

“Alright everyone, grab a seat,” James directed, orchestrating the seating for the get–together.

I let out a snort of derision.

Clearly, Coraline had hit a nerve with Dexter. I had died carrying his child, which was an omen of bad luck and a taboo topic for him.

“Must be starving, huh? Let’s dig in,” Mrs. Thompson quickly tried to steer the conversation away from dangerous waters. She was clueless about how to smooth over such an awkward moment.

After all, we were all her students.

“What’s got into Mr. Fitzgerald? Struck a nerve, did I? Well you know what they say. You can’t play with fire without getting burned.‘ In the dead of night, with your fiancée by your side, you’re not afraid of ghosts, are you?” I sneered, sidling up to Melody and whispering. “Melody, if you don’t want skeletons in your closet, better not bury any bodies. You think you’ve destroyed that incriminating voicemail from Phoebe’s phone, that you’re safe? But skeletons have a way of crawling back out of the closet… that recording will surface sooner or later.”

Melody turned as pale as a ghost, her hands clenched tight, her breath quickening as she stumbled backward..

“Don’t push it too far. What… what are you planning?” she asked me in a hushed tone.

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“Me?” 1 chuckled lightly. “I’m not planning anything. I just want to watch you fall”

Melody’s grip tightened, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Don’t cross the line, you’re not Phoebe…‘

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My brow furrowed at her words. She knew my name was Foebe; she must have done her homework.

“You think this is crossing the line? Have you forgotten what you did to Phoebe?” I continued to intimidate her.

Suddenly, Melody clutched her stomach and collapsed to the floor, looking completely drained. “Dexter, my stomach hurts.”

I knew all too well that Melody was an actress at heart, and I expected her to clutch her stomach because Dexter was a sucker for that act.

I looked down at Melody with disdain. “Run out of scripts to perform, have you?”

Melody glanced nervously at Dexter. “This time, it really hurts.”

Dexter seemed impatient for the first time, not rushing to her aid like before. Instead, he spoke In a low tone. “This is a gathering organized by our teacher. Go and rest over there.”

It was clear that Dexter’s patience was running thin,

To my surprise, was Dexter finally getting fed up?

How interesting.

Melody’s face twisted in embarrassment, and the triumphant smirk she intended to throw my way never materialized,

I didn’t know what had transpired between them, but since my death, Dexter had become more enigmatic.

But then again Dexter was never one for lasting affections.

Melody’s complexion looked genuinely awful, as if she wasn’t faking it this time.

“Did Foebe really bring the young master of the Langley family? The guy isn’t a fool, is he?” Someone else chimed in, questioning Caleb’s intelligence.

“Mrs. Thompson, my husband is unwell, so we’re going to skip dinner,” I said, no longer feeling like lingering. The trip wasn’t a total waste; that class president, James, clearly had something up his sleeve, and eded to discreetly exit and plan my next move to investigate him.

Mrs. Thompson nodded. “Alright, head home and rest up.”

As I took Caleb’s hand to leave, Kyle and a few others arrived.

“Oh boy… dress up a madman and he almost looks presentable, doesn’t he?” Kyle’s companion provocatively sneered.

Kyle had a sharp tongue, and so did his cronies. These people had bullied me more than once in the past, and Dexter never lifted a finger to stop them.