NovelEnglishChapter 113
After going a little crazy, | actually felt relieved. The Phoebe of the past was dead and gone.
I'm no longer Phoebe. No longer under Dexter's thumb.
The nightmares he gave me, the so-called favors from the past, I've repaid them all.
| owed him nothing. It was he who owed me..
He oweda life, the life of the child | carried inside me.
As | was about to leave, my phone rang.
It was Stella calling.
“Foebe, the police have recovered Phoebe’s phone, and they've retrieved her last voicemail before she died.”
Before heading to Tangle Lane, | had recorded my conversation with Melod
It was my smartest move yet. | didn’t trust Melody, not since she accusedof pushing her down the stairs.
Luckily, I had made that recording.
“I've already notified Dexter. Do you want to cover and listen?” Stella asked.
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“Yeah, of course I'm coming. | want to see Dexter's face when he hears it,” | said through clenched teeth, my
hatred for him at its peak.
Now | finally understood why those gentle, frail women turned into vengeful spirits after death- because hatred
intensifies with death. It never fades.
The love | once had for him, the hope | held as | died that he would save me, was now equal to the hatred | bore.
“Too bad Melody claimed she had a stomach ache and went to the hospital. It would've been quite a show if she
were here.” Stella said in a low voice.
Other than me, Stella was probably the one who hated Dexter and Melody the most.
| chuckled sarcastically. “Her? Cried wolf one too many times, who knows if it’s really a stomach ache or just an
evasion.”
But it didn’t matter anymore. Seeing Dexter's face was entertainment enough.
“Off to the ‘theater”,” | said, hanging up the phone and flashing a smile at Colin.
He stiffened for a moment, then hesitantly spoke up. “Do you... still hate him?”
He was referring to Dexter.
Of course, | did.
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“Yes, | answered truthfully.
For sreason, though, Colin seemed displeased. His hand, which had been holding mine, slowly loosened,
and he turned to look out the car window with a haughty air.
What was that about?
| was a bit puzzled.
But how could | not hate Dexter?
“He’s not a good man...” After an awkward silence. Colin muttered, still gazing out the window. “He doesn’t
deserve you.”
| glanced at Colin, bewildered. He seemed to be deceiving himself, pretending | was Phoebe. “Oh.” | didn’t
believe Colin recognized me; at best, he sawas a stand-in because of my looks.
Seeing my nonchalant response, he seemed to get angry. He turned to me, his indignant expression reminiscent
of an irked hound. “I'm obviously more obedient.”
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His words caughtoff guard, and | couldn’t help but laugh. He had dressed up nicely today. his handsome
features even more refined and aristocratic.
Now, he could only be described as Caleb; calling him Colin didn’t seem to fit anymore.
Indeed, good looks are an asset.
Such a regal person, looking atso earnestly, insisting he’s more obedient...
Too bad. | won't trust anyone again.
Dexter treatedlike an object with a label, claiming to lovewhile hurting me. And Caleb, what he’s doing
now is no different from Dexter, obsessively branding Foebe with his own mark, forcing Foebe to live like Phoebe,
threateningin madness that | am Phoebe, not Foebe.
So, | won't let myself be moved by anyone.
I admit, | am scared.
“Why did you dress up today?” | changed the subject to avoid the issue.
Caleb looked down, a bit dejected, knowing | was dodging the question.
“I was afraid you'd be bullied, you're not Foebe, you're not familiar with them, and if they bullied you, I'd be
angry,” he murmured without looking at me.
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