Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace (Dexter) novel Chapter 152

Chapter 152 

It was clear that Dexter needed to get on his knees before me. 

I was taken aback for a second, lifting my gaze to Colin, feeling an indescribable emotion welling up inside. 

“Caleb Langley!” Dexter clenched his fists in anger, looking like he wanted to throw a punch. 

“Thought you loved her to bits, huh? You used to say you’d walk through fire to marry her, and now you can’t even kneel for her?” taunted Dexter, then glanced at Melody. “See, his love ain’t. all it’s cracked up to be.” 

“Foebe!” Dexter was infuriated by my words, probably wishing he could take me out right there. “You better hurry up, man! Time’s running out!” Cory was getting anxious; the rope was about 

to snap. 

Colin stood firm; no kneel from Dexter, no rescue for Melody. 

Gritting his teeth, Dexter nodded. “Fine, Caleb, just don’t come to regret this.” 

Dexter swallowed his pride for the moment, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t seek revenge. He’d definitely make Colin pay later on. 

Honestly, I was worried. 

This fleeting satisfaction… could it spell trouble for Colin down the line? 

But there was no time to consider that now. 

You deal with the hand you’re dealt. 

And there he was, Dexter, kneeling before me. His eyes were filled with rage. His kneeling was reluctant, but he did it nonetheless. 

Ha… 

My body stiffened, unsure of what I was feeling. 

Back when I despised him, I would have given anything to have him groveling at my feet, full of regret. 

But now, the thought of such a man kneeling seemed to tarnish my path somehow. 

“Colin!” Cory shouted, the rope’s final threads about to give way. 

Colin let go of me and strode over, catching a random strand of rope just as it snapped. To an outsider, it wouldn’t make sense why he grabbed that particular strand. 

Above, the rope broke, and Melody’s body fell, her neck catching on the remaining rope. 

Chapter 152 

Colin looked on indifferently as Melody, like a puppet entangled in countless threads, lost her balance and dropped again, her neck constricted, her face turning red with agony. 

I took a deep breath. Colin… he was intentionally tormenting Melody. 

He watched her suffer without a trace of empathy, watched her unable to even beg for mercy. 

Colin smiled… a frightening smile. 

I didn’t say a word, simply looked away, unwilling to watch. 

Robin massaged his temples and approached. “That’s enough.” 

Colin was unmoved. “She won’t die before the elevator gets here.” 

She wouldn’t die, but the agony of suffocation was hers to endure. 

Robin and Cory strangely trusted Colin’s sense of timing. If he said she wouldn’t die, she wouldn’t – but she was surely suffering. 

Meanwhile, Dexter stood up, silent now, his gaze cold as he watched me and Colin.