Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace (Dexter and Phoebe) novel Chapter 244

Chapter 244 

Walking beside me, Eric made his way through the backyard, his footsteps deliberate amid the neglected garden. 

As he casually plucked a weed from the earth, a wry smile crossed his lips. “My sister, she was a true beauty. Marrying into the Langley family was like winning the lottery for Samuel. Everyone said he was the lucky one.” 

Back then, for Eric and his sister, being accepted into the Langleys was like reaching the stars. 

I stared at Eric in disbelief. Samuel had been married, and I had never imagined that his wife was Eric’s sister. 

“If I hadn’t been working as Brendan’s right hand, Samuel probably wouldn’t have had the chance to get close to my sister,” Eric said with a sneer. “Guess he thought by winning me over, he could curry favor with Brendan. Too bad, Samuel turned out to be a real piece of 

work.” 

His gaze fell upon my belly, and I felt a chill down my spine. “When my sister was six months pregnant, the hormonal changes… they took a toll on her. She lost her figure, looked run–down. Samuel, he couldn’t stand that she wasn’t the fresh young thing he married. He spent his days and nights out on the town, dazzled by some starlet. Even with his father’s disapproval, he wanted a divorce. But she was six months along. What was she supposed to do?” 

Pregnancy usually meant a woman could refuse a divorce, and Samuel was trapped by that. 

“What do you think that starlet suggested to Samuel?” Eric asked, a cold smile playing on his lips. 

I involuntarily took a deep breath, bracing myself for the worst. 

“She told him about this type of horsewhip, the kind they use in the stables. It doesn’t leave much of a mark, but it hurts like hell. Advised him to beat my sister until she agreed to the divorce. She said domestic disputes were just that, disputes. If she was stubborn and wound up dead, well, she’d have gotten what she deserved.” 

“So, one night, Samuel came home drunk and he… he beat my sister. It was a double tragedy.” Eric’s voice was eerily calm, as if he had come to terms with it all. 

But I knew better. He hadn’t let go. He harbored a deep–seated hatred for the Langleys, for Samuel, for Brendan. 

The more he spoke, the more I was convinced that Eric had played a role in the downfall of the Langley family. This man… he was not to be underestimated. 

“Samuel lied, said it was a fall down the stairs. Brendan paid off whoever he needed to bury the truth. If it hadn’t been for a Langley housemaid risking it all to give me the footage she’d caught, I would’ve thought my sister was just unlucky in life.” 

He opened the car door for me. “I apologize, Ma’am. I shouldn’t have burdened you with this.” 

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“What happened after?” I pressed, sensing there was more to the story. 

Eric hesitated, then smiled faintly. “Afterward, I took the young master Caleb out of the psychiatric facility. We were kindred spirits; his eyes reminded me of my sister’s. I dedicated myself to making it up to him, all the apologies I owed her.” 

He alluded to meeting Colin, but I sensed an undertone to his words I couldn’t grasp. 

“Later, Samuel got his comeuppance. He played too rough, damaged himself beyond repair, became incapable of fatherhood. He also injured his spine, and now he’s bound to a wheelchair.” 

I murmured, the words spilling out. “Now, he’s living a fate worse than death, in a persistent vegetative state. Serves him right.”