Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

My gaze settled on Caleb though I wasn’t really holding out much hope. He’d always lived in his own little bubble, slapping a “Phoebe” label on me in his head.

Now that he knew I might have been mimicking Phoebe on purpose to dupe him, he’d probably lose it even more than Dexter had.

“That woman is lying.” Caleb walked over to me, his grip on my hand firm. “Phoebe was killed by her. She lured Phoebe out–there’s proof.

Caleb looked at Robin: the recorded phone conversation had said it all.

I glanced up at Caleb, puzzled as to why he was still standing up for me. If he’d only imagined me as Phoebe, it was high time he snapped out of it.

“It was her who told me to trick Phoebe into going out! You maniac! It’s highly likely you two plotted this together to kill Phoebel How was I to know that Phoebe would end up dead just by going out on the 15th?” Melody cried so pitifully.

She turned to Dexter, and her voice was choked with sobs, “Dexter, please believe me. I had no idea that calling Phoebe out that day would get her killed.”

Seeing Dexter remain silent, Melody spoke again, “Dexter, I thought she would have told you; I thought everyone was still watching from a distance so Phoebe would be safe. It was Hank who clearly heard the cries for help but didn’t save Phoebe.”

They were turning on each other now.

I glanced at Robin. “Can you prove that the,email account is mine?” I asked.

If they could prove that it belonged to Foebe, then I’d have to find another way to save myself. But if Melody couldn’t prove it… well, she was the one who’d have to face the consequences.

Robin looked at his colleague. “Did you find anything?”

“The login IP is from Sea City, but the email account isn’t registered tb Foebe.“.

I breathed a sigh of relief and smirked at Melody, “So, why were you keeping tabs on Phoebe. and who were you reporting her every move to? It couldn’t be to the actual murderer, could it?”

Melody’s face changed as disbelief etched into her features, “Impossible. It was her; she’s the one who contacted me!”

She was adamant that I had been the one in contact with her.

“Where’s the proof? Do you have anything else besides this email account?” I cocked my head to the side. “If not, you might find yourself facing slander charges for lying and misleading the police.” NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

Melody panicked, putting all her hope on Dexter. “Dexter, you have to believe me. I didn’t

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deceive you, I really didn’t, it was all a misunderstanding. It’s her… she intentionally impersonated Phoebe just because she looked like Phoebe, all to get close to you.”

I raised an eyebrow; Melody’s true concern seemed to be that Dexter might be interested in me because of my resemblance to Phoebe.

Dexter looked at me, his expression complex as he cracked open coldly. “Even if the email isn’t registered in her name, that doesn’t mean she wasn’t using it. Stella also saw the surveillance footage. Before Phoebe went missing, this woman had already set her sights on her, sneaking in and out of Phoebe’s place.

“Exactly! There’s the surveillance footage and she can’t deny that!” Melody seemed to find at lifeline. At least Dexter bought her word for now.

“Why would I know where Phoebe kept her spare key? Because we were close friends. Phoebe would only tell her most trusted people about her spare key,” I stated calmly, not showing any signs of panic.

None of this evidence tied me to the murder.

Stella looked at me, her gaze was always piercing. After a long moment, she finally asked. “Where is Phoebe’s diary, then?”

“I met Phoebe at a charity event, and we quickly became good friends. That’s why I knew where she hid her spare key: there’s nothing strange about that,” I said, meeting Stella’s intense gaze. realizing that anyone would question my motives if I revealed my identity as Phoebe in Foebe’s body.

“As for Phoebe’s diary, I really haven’t seen it, and I don’t know where it is. There were definitely more people than just me who could get into Phoebe’s house. Didn’t you notice a very tall man on the surveillance? I suspect he might have taken it.”