Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace (Dexter) novel Chapter 355

Dexter froze for a moment. "Phoebe..."

I stared at Dexter, tearing the letter into tiny pieces. "None of this matters anymore. Phoebe is dead."

The past doesn't matter anymore.

All I know is when I deliberately walked away just now, seeing Colin in such agony, my heart ached. It felt like it was being torn apart.

"I need to get out of the car," I told Dexter to stop.

But Dexter showed no intention of stopping.

"Stop the car!" I lost control of my emotions, trying to force open the car door.

Dexter signaled the driver to keep driving and pinned me to the seat with his hand. "Phoebe Caldwell! How long are you going to follow his madness? I know you hate me, I know you want to punish me. Isn't it enough?"

His face was filled with anger.

I tried to push him away, but he let go of me with tears in his eyes, took off his jacket, and rolled up his sleeves to show me the scars on his wrists. There were even more than the last time I saw them. Crisscrossed, they looked like self-harm, like torture.

"I'm punishing myself too..." Dexter's voice was hoarse, choked. "I don't know how to make you believe me. You tell me what do you want me to do for you to forgive me, Phoebe, just say it." Dexter hugged me tightly, desperately. His voice was hoarse and choked. "Even if you ask me to die, I can do it right now."

"Dexter... She is already dead, so what's the point of doing this now? Why didn't you cherish her when she was alive?" I asked him, my voice rough.

"God gave me another chance. I know you are her, Phoebe..." Dexter's voice trembled, begging for my forgiveness.

"Please, I beg you." He held me tight, pleading for my forgiveness.

"What do I need to do for you to forgive me?" He was begging.