Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace

"Damien! Hands off!" Violette tried to yank me away from Damien.

However, she stopped for fear of accidentally hurting me.

During the ride to the hospital, Violette kept on berating Damien.

"You’re nothing but trash, just wasting air.

"Damien, why don’t you go die? Didn’t you say you wanted to be buried with Sophia? Just go die."

"You’re such a waste even in death. Change Sophia’s tombstone for me! You’re not even fit to be her husband."

"You’re disgusting."

Throughout the journey, Violette kept on talking. She did a great job speaking up for me, cursing with gusto.

Meanwhile, I struggled to wake up. I badly wanted to see Dexter.

"Mr. Coleman, you’re still out on bail, so I suggest you don’t wander around," Zion warned Damien.

Damien remained silent for a while before speaking up, "She’s Sophia, isn’t she..."

Violette was stunned, and her face darkened. "Damien, what’s gotten into you? Just after Sophia passed away, there were rumors about you going crazy."

"At first, I didn’t believe it. But now, it seems there might be some truth to it."

"You know... She’s Sophia." Damien, with reddened eyes, said to Violette with a questioning lilt in his voice.

Violette felt somewhat guilty. "I reckon you’re really losing it," she said.

"Whether she’s Sophia or not, she belongs to me." Damien said sternly. "I won’t let her get close to that lunatic, Dexter."

"I think Dexter seems fine. But you, on the other hand, you look more like a lunatic," Violette quipped.

Then, she whispered to Zion, "He was locked up for a few days. How did he come out even crazier? Did you guys brainwash him?"

"Who knows, he went on a hunger strike in there just to get bail," Zion muttered,

The doctor gave me a thorough checkup and said that there was nothing wrong.

But for some reason, I just couldn’t wake up.

My mind was clear, and I desperately tried to open my eyes. But for a moment, it seemed like this body was beyond my control.

Then, I felt a sudden rush of panic as I struggled to open my eyes.

But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t snap out of it.

It was like I was having sleep paralysis.

"No problems at all? Then why isn’t she waking up?" Damien nervously asked the doctor.

"Perhaps she’s just exhausted. Let’s keep an eye on her a bit longer," the doctor suggested.

"Dexter!" I panicked, calling out Dexter’s name.

Why was I unable to wake up?

"Dexter..."

Then, I recalled meeting Dexter at the orphanage when I was young.

Dexter ended up getting locked up by Mr. Hanks because he stood up for me and fought the boy who was bullying me.

But as for what happened next, I couldn’t recall.

My memories were scattered. And among the fragments, the only clear memory I could recall was the first time I met Dexter.

Even from the photo at Carol’s house, it was clear that Dexter and I had met when we were around eight or nine years old, and our bond remained strong throughout adolescence.

Why did I specifically forget about everything related to the orphanage, including Dexter and Simeon, after the car crash?

"Dexter..." I kept shouting Dexter’s name.

Then, there was a voice in my mind that said, "Dexter has always been waiting for you."

"Dexter!" Maybe because I was eager to wake up, I suddenly felt like I broke free from some restraint and opened my eyes wide.

"Sophia..." Damien was the first to rush up, looking panicked as he called my name.

However, I ignored him and tried to bolt from the bed.

Dexter was waiting for me.

"Sophia." Violette returned with the test results just as I was trying to make a run for it.

"Sophia?" She tried to chase after me.

But in my panic, I simply dashed out of the hospital and hailed a cab back to the Black residence to see Dexter.

I wasn’t sure why I wanted to see him so badly.

And now that I realized I’d lost some memories, they were gradually coming back to me.

"She’s Sophia, right?" Violette stood nearby as she watched me hail a cab. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Zion followed her out and let out a sigh of relief. "Forget about it. The doctor said that

she and the baby are fine."

Violette lowered her gaze as her eyes turned red. "If she truly is Sophia, will she be upset with me for not recognizing her at first?"

Zion sighed and glanced at the deeply troubled Damien. "Man, I swear you two are both going crazy."

Violette lowered her head and tightly clenched her hands. "Is there a chance that the science we’ve been learning can’t explain certain things?"

Just then, Zion’s phone rang, so he stepped aside to answer it.

"I’ll give you a ride," Damien said hoarsely as he approached me.

I was struggling to hail a cab, but I ignored Damien.

At that moment, all I wanted was to return to the Black residence to meet and apologize to Dexter.

It seemed like I had truly forgotten about him. But I was putting in a lot of effort to recall and bring back all our shared memories.

Then, Damien grabbed my wrist as I tried to flee. "Hey, Sofia, calm down!"

"Get lost!" I forcefully pushed away Damien’s arm, my eyes filled with disgust and hatred.

Damien stood frozen in place and stared at me for a long time.

"Sophia..." he called out to me after I finally managed to hail a cab and was about to get in.

"Sophia... Is that you?" Damien hurried over, tapping on the car door.

I gave the driver a cold glance. "Let’s go."

Damien trailed behind the car for a few steps before desolately standing in place.

He shouted, "Sophia! Come back, please, I’m begging you."

"Stop it. Who do you think you’re fooling? You seriously think she’s like some character from a novel who gets reincarnated? You’re out of your mind!"

"Let me make it clear–Sophia’s gone, and you’re the one who killed her! And child too." Violette continued to provoke him, "Why don’t you just go die?"

"You think I haven’t tried to die?" Damien shouted at Violette, his voice trembling.

I glanced at them in the rearview mirror until their voices grew distant.

Late affection was worthless. I didn’t care about Damien’s remorse now..

When the cab arrived at the Black residence, I hastily got out of the car and searched everywhere for Dexter.

"Dexter..." I called.

"Is Dexter back yet?" I nervously asked Angel and grabbed her arm.

Angel shook her head. "Mr. Black won’t be back tonight."

Suddenly, I felt a bit anxious.

Did I upset him by not eating the cupcake today?

"Mr. Bart, where’s Dexter? I want to see him." I called Ewan. He must know.

Ewan remained silent for a moment before speaking up, "Mrs. Black, you should rest early. Let Mr. Black have some time alone today."

"I want to see him!" I stated firmly. I wanted to see him.

There was always a voice in my mind urging me, saying, "Go see him. He’s been waiting for for so long."

"Okay, I’ll head over to pick you up from the Black residence," Ewan responded.

After waiting at the door for 20 minutes, Ewan finally showed

Now, I finally understood what it felt like to wait for someone.

While waiting, people’s emotions would be greatly amplified. And they would feel anxious, panicked, and fearful.

I couldn’t stop thinking about the first time I ran into Dexter back when we were just kids.

Our connection wasn’t so simple. Otherwise, Simeon wouldn’t be so insanely jealous of me.

"Hey Ewan, where’d Dexter go?" I couldn’t wait to find out as soon as I got into the car.

"Mr. Black has his own secret spot. He managed to buy a house with the money he’d been accumulating since he joined the advanced classes scholarships, cash prizes, bonuses from Mr. Andy, and his own earnings."

"He says the Black residence isn’t where he belongs and wants to have his own place, It’s a promise he made to his sweetheart," Ewan explained.

"Did he go there to avoid me?" 1 felt a bit nervous.

"No..." Ewan hesitated, taking a moment before he continued, "Mr. Black not only has a tendency to self–harm, but also a tendency toward suicide."

"After Ms. Carlson passed away, he attempted suicide mutiple times. Later... when you showed up, we all thought you were his chance at improvement, his salvation."

My heart felt like it was being stabbed, and hard at that.

"He mentioned that if he could start anew, he wanted to return to where they first met."

"He’s scared that if he hurts himself again, it’ll freak you out. So, he’s hiding in a spot he thinks is safe."