Il what Melody was saying was true, and she had evidence, then I might as well be trying to prove my


    innocence in a court of Salem witches.


    “I have no idea what you’re talking about. You’re soundingpletely bonkers, and for the record, I


    don’t even know you.” Of course, there was no way I could fess up to any of this.


    With a whole squad of cops around, I wouldn’t put it past them to have Melody’s hospital room


    bugged.


    “You’re in cahoots with the murderer; you’re his aplice.” Melody suddenly cracked a smile. “Ah,


    now it makes sense. You’re his wife.”


    I shot Melody a warning look, “Careful with your words or I’ll p you with a defamationwsuit.”


    “Defamation?” She whipped out her phone and shed her inbox at me. “These are all messages I


    forwarded to you. Want to check them? The cops will have a field day figuring out if you’re the


    recipient, won’t they?”


    As I moved to grab Melody’s phone, the door burst open.


    Robin and Ste marched in with a few officers, their gazes upon me a tangled web of emotions.


    Disappointment, scrutiny, and a chilling detachment.


    “She’s lying! I don’t know what she’s talking about. She’s trying to smear my name!” I tried to defend


    myself.


    “We’ll see about that once we verify the recipient of those emails,” Robin said, giving Cory a nod. “Take


    her in.”


    “You can’t do this without evidence,” I protested, instinctively stepping back as panic began to


    set in.


    If Foebe was indeed behind this, then how on earth could I clear my name?


    I suddenly felt the weight of bad luck. Why did I have to end up in Foebe’s life? Couldn’t I have been


    reborn as someonepletely unrted? Her life was a Pandora’s box of secrets.


    “Why are you pretending to be Phoebe?” Dexter had appeared at the doorway, his expression even


    moreplex than Robin and Ste’s.


    It was a mix of cold disdain and simmering anger as if he was furious that I’d yed him for a fool.


    “What?” I was nearlyughing. “Pretend to be Phoebe? When did I ever do that?”


    He was the one who hell–bent on seeing me as Phoebe and calling me by the name.


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    Disgusting.


    “No matter how well you y the part, you’re not her. You’ll never be her!” Dexter spat out the words,


    his voiceced with uncontrolled fury.


    “Dexter, maybe you should take a long look in the mirror and see who’s really disgusting.” retorted,


    turning to face Melody.


    A flicker of triumph passed through her eyes, and in that instant, my heart settled back down.


    As long as she was framing me, I wasn’t afraid.


    What terrified me was that Foebe had actually done these things.


    “I’m pregnant, and I have the right to contact mywyer,” I turned to Robin and demanded to call my


    attorney.


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    “No need, your husband has been notified,” Robin responded, his tone grave. Clearly, he didn’t trust


    me anymore.


    “You believe her fairy tales before you even confirm the email ount is mine? If this woman ever


    spoke the truth, Phoebe wouldn’t be dead,” I stared Melody angrily.


    Melody still wore that pitiful look, “I had no choice because you forced my hand.”


    I scoffed, looking back at Robin and Ste. “You’re buying her story?” I asked.


    Neither Robin nor Ste spoke up, but their silence was answer enough.


    As for Dexter, he was clearly already convinced of my guilt.


    Suddenly, I felt a profound sadness and helplessness. It seemed that everyone was willing to believe


    only what they saw before them.


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    “Phoebe.” Just as I resigned myself to follow Robin, a hoarse voice tinged with urgency called


    out.


    I paused, turning to see Caleb rushing down the corridor towards me. He hade.


    Would he, like the others, be convinced that I was a fraud?