Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

The Larson family had managed to get Coraline a position at the Langley Group, and with my limited influence, it was tough to get her in or cause her any trouble. I simply didn’t have the connections within the company.

It was like being caught between a rock and a hard place.

“You’re not heading home?” Stella asked as she was leaving.

“Nah, got a class reunion tonight,” I sighed, the boredom evident in my voice. I didn’t even know these people, but there I was, pretending to be Foebe, attending a reunion. How dull..

But the group had this moral hold over me. With this identity of Foebe, I couldn’t just skip it.

eded to get comfortable with being Foebe quickly, or else, If anyone caught on to the charade, it would spell trouble.

“I’m off then.” Stella said, and on her way out, she ordered me a cappuccino.

I took a sip and scrunched up my face, instinctively speaking up. “You know I don’t like it this sweet. How many sugar packets did you throw in?”

Stella just glanced at me, said nothing, and left..

Sitting in a corner booth. I propped up my head, watching the constant stream of cars and pedestrians outside the floor–to–ceiling window.

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I can still feel the sun’s warmth, still savor the world’s delights.

My phone buzzed. Another call from a classmate.

“Foebe, you know it’s plus–ones tonight. As a married woman, you gotta bring your hubby. along, or you’re not getting in,” they laughed on the other end.

They were clearly setting me up for ridicule. They all knew about my marriage to Caleb Langley. the so–called fool of the Langley family, and yet they insisted I bring him along, obviously to make a spectacle of us both.

“My husband’s not feeling well, so he won’t be…” I didn’t get to finish before they hung up.

It really irked me how I let them push me around.

But their treatment of Foebe was telling; they had no respect for her.

This Foebe was timid, probably because she spent too long in the countryside. Suddenly thrown into this posh school with its wealthy and titled students, she must have felt out of her depth.

She transferred to this class in her senior year, so technically, I could skip this so–called reunion.

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But Foebe’s memories were clear. When she was at her loneliest, her senior year homeroom teacher was the only one kind to her.

Now that they said the teacher was battling cancer, I felt compelled to go on Foebe’s behalf,

With a sigh. I got up and pulled down the brim of my hat as I headed out.

Ever since that fiasco with Henry at the Langley mansion, ver felt safe walking alone on the streets.

Since my rebirth, my sixth sense seemed sharper than ever.

A few steps out, I paused and glanced back. Sure enough, a figure in black darted into an alley.

Typical.

I turned and quickly ducked into a side street myself.

The person in black emerged, searching for me, then panicked and hurried forward.

From my hiding spot, I watched until he was deep in the alley. I grabbed a stick from the ground. and swung it at his head.

He hit the ground, staring up at me in shock. “Why’d you hit me?”

Gripping the stick tightly, I was just as startled. “Why… why are you following me?”

“Eric sent me to protect you!” The man clutched his head, grimacing in pain.

I massaged my temples, feeling a headache coming on. “Sorry, I thought you were a bad guy.”

He got up, still wincing. “You need to be careful. There are a lot of eyes on you.”

I nodded. “I’m really sorry. Go get checked out at the hospital. Eric will cover it. I’ve got this reunion to attend, so I’ll be on my way.”