Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

The whole room was in shock, and even I was caught off guard.

How did he get here?

Colin was impeccably dressed today, looking like he’d put some serious effort into his outfit.

Already a striking figure, he now leaned casually against the wall, looking like he’d just stepped out of the pages of a high–fashion magazine, the quintessential heartthrob.

“Who… who are you?” Oscar stammered, clearly shaken by Colin’s presence.

None of them recognized Caleb in this state; naturally, they were hesitant to make the

connection.

Caleb moved to stand by my side, took my wrist gently, and pulled me into his embrace with a wild, challenging grin. “I’m her husband.”

It felt like, in the next moment, he could take Oscar down without a second thought. All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Oscar swallowed hard, fear evident in his eyes as he glanced between Caleb and me.

Even Coraline was stunned, her gaze darting to our classmates..

“Caleb Langley? He’s the heir to the Langley estate? No way, wasn’t he rumored to be out of his mind?”

“Exactly, and look at him now… he’s more handsome than any celebrity.”

Whispers began to ripple through the students.

I caught a glance at James, our class president; he shrank back into the crowd the moment he laid eyes on Caleb.

o was obvious

What was he hiding from? afraid of Caleb.

“Sorry, everyone, my husband was under the weather these past few days, and we were considering not coming today. But he insisted on accompanying me to see Mrs. Thompson,” I explained.

Mrs. Thompson looked at me with teary eyes and a warm smile. “Oh, Foebe, seeing you happy makes me feel at ease.”

Caleb, holding my hand, walked us over to Mrs. Thompson, his demeanor shifting back to one of gentle politeness. “You take care, and you’ll get better.”

“What a fine young man,” Mrs. Thompson said, visibly moved by Caleb’s presence. “So handsome and perfect for our Foebe.”

Caleb looked at me, his eyes deep and twinkling with mirth.

For a moment, I was lost in thought.

Chapter TOT

Which one… which one is the real him?

“It can’t be… he cannot be Caleb!” Oscar, having his pride challenged, was visibly upset. He was supposed to be the star of the reunion, but Caleb’s arrival had stolen all the attention.

Even Coraline’s eyes were filled with envy.

Of course. Oscar wasn’t going to stand for that.

I raised an eyebrow at Oscar, then turned to Coraline. She was staring at Caleb, probably regretting that she hadn’t been the one to marry into the Langley family.

I couldn’t help but sneer. Regretting now, are we?

“If I’m not Celeb, who is? You?” Caleb’s voice was deep and protective as he shielded me behind him.

I looked up at him, knowing that he saw me only as a ‘doll‘, a stand–in for Phoebe, yet I was hopelessly fond of this feeling of being protected.

Before I died, I had longed for Dexter to one day stand up for me and give me a home.

Unfortunately, he never did.

“Ha, Foebe, you really went all out for this class reunion. Everyone knows Caleb’s a fool, a madman. If you’re staging a play, at least find someone believable. He can’t possibly be Caleb.” Oscar sneered. “I’ve been to the Langley estate before and seen Caleb – nothing but a dirty lunatic.”

“Yeah, Foebe, how can you pretend someone’s your husband?” chimed in the other classmates. I scoffed. “My husband needs your validation? Ridiculous.”

“What’s all this commotion?” The door opened again, and another group walked in.

My brow furrowed, and I tensed up, my grip on Caleb’s arm tightening.

They weren’t students from Foebe’s class; they were alumni from the same year as Dexter. And among them were Melody and Dexter, former students of our beloved Mrs. Thompson.