Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace

I was leaning back in the chair, just casually watching Damien as if I were engrossed in some TV show.

I mean, hadn’t he always believed Juliet and not trusted me? Now, the evidence was right there in his face. I really wanted to see if he could come up with any more excuses.

Once the recording was over, everyone’s expressions darkened.

Zion leaned back in his chair. He was constantly fidgeting with a lighter even though smoking wasn’t permitted in the interview room.

"This involves someone’s life," Zion uttered in a low, deep voice.

Damien remained silent throughout. His face showed no emotion, but the atmosphere slowly became more tense.

I could tell he was pissed off, and I meant utterly pissed.

"Damien, you and Juliet are the ones responsible for her death. You’re both murderers." Violette’s voice sounded exhausted, as if she couldn’t muster the strength to argue anymore.

Damien’s demeanor remained subdued as he stared at Zion coldly. "So, what’s the point of bringing this lunatic here? Isn’t he the one who committed the murder?"

Damien turned his accusation toward Dexter.

I felt a sudden urge to laugh, yet my chest still ached.

I stood up abruptly, locking eyes with Damien. "You’re truly disgusting."

"The murderer may not necessarily be him," Zion said in a deep voice, evidently discounting Dexter’s involvement to some extent.

Dexter remained seated in silence.

Lost in my focus on Damien’s mood, I hadn’t noticed Dexter beside me. His demeanor had turned intense. He was seemingly on the verge of losing control.

With an icy glare at Damien, he suddenly stood up and went for him. Punch after punch landed on Damien’s face. It was as if he intended to kill Damien.

I stood there in shock for a while before rushing over quickly to grab Dexter. "Stop it..."

"Why should I? I’m going to kill him!" Dexter turned to me. Damien’s blood was smeared on his face.

My eyes welled up as I reluctantly released my grip on Dexter. "Even if you kill him... can Sophia come back to life?"

Damien’s face was a bloody mess as he leaned against the wall, laughing maniacally... He made no attempt to defend himself.

It felt like he had completely lost his mind. He genuinely appeared insane. Sure, Dexter might be labeled a lunatic, but Damien appeared even more unhinged than him.

"Go ahead, hit me! Come on, do it!" Damien taunted Dexter.

He probably felt like he deserved a good beating.

Dexter, breathing heavily, threw another punch.

Zion, standing nearby, watched with indifference. As he checked the time, he said, "Alright, that’s enough."

He could have stopped it from the beginning, but he didn’t. Beyond rules, there was still a sense of humanity.

Somehow, Zion also believed that Damien deserved to be punched.

I wondered if a couple of punches might jolt him back to reality and make him regret what he did to me.

"Damien, you’re just despicable..." Violette’s voice trembled. "Both you and Juliet deserve to die."

After saying that, Violette turned to run away.

I stood there, holding onto Dexter.

Other officers rushed in. They were kind of confused about who to nab. "Officer Landon... he assaulted someone..."

"He’s mentally ill," Zion said in a deep voice before turning and walking away.

I gripped Dexter’s hand tightly, whispering, "Dexter, let’s go home."

My words seemed to snap Dexter back to reality. He looked at me, stood up with those teary eyes, and mumbled, "I’m sorry."

He was apologizing to me. Dropping his head and cupping my face, he went on and on with the apologies.

But what was he apologizing for? I had no clue.

"It’s okay, let’s go home," I reassured him.

Damien’s gaze bore an intense vulnerability as it locked onto me.

Anxious about the revelation of my true identity, I was eager to distance myself from him.

"Sophia," he called out unexpectedly.

He called me Sophia. The use of that name brought me to a halt. Gathering my composure, I took a deep breath and chose not to look back.

Zion’s brows furrowed, observing Damien as he called me Sophia. He must be thinking Damien had lost his mind.

"Sophia..." Damien’s voice carried a mix of urgency and confusion as he exclaimed. Rising to his feet, he grasped my wrist tightly, seeking answers.

"Sophia? Is that you, Sophia?"

A frown marred my expression. With disdain, I pushed his hand away. "Mr. Coleman, have you lost your mind?"

Silence lingered as he stood there, bewildered.

Dexter shot Damien a stern warning look. He kept a firm grip on my arm as he led me away.

My legs felt weak from the moment I stepped out of the interview room. I was scared Damien would recognize me. I was afraid he would find out I was actually Sophia.

"Dexter, go to the car." My voice faltered as I looked at him. "Just head straight to the car."

I needed to talk to Zion. The real murderer was still out there, claiming lives. We couldn’t afford to delay any longer. Even without solid evidence, we could at least put him under surveillance to prevent further harm.

I had already told Violette to update Zion on the situation. I was unsure if Zion had uncovered any substantial evidence in these past few days.

With concern in his eyes, Dexter delicately held my face. "Sophia... try not to be too upset."

I nodded, gently pushing him. "Hurry up. Go to the car."

A subtle disappointment lingered in Dexter’s demeanor as he lowered his head and walked away.

I cast a brief glance at him before looking away.

In the corridor, I saw Damien emerging with blood staining both his face and body.

As he walked past me, he abruptly halted in his tracks. In an effort to maintain my composure, I did my best to appear unfazed.

Silence lingered between us, and without uttering a word, he stared at me. Abruptly, he lifted his hand as if to touch my face.

Instinctively, I pushed his hand away, casting a glare filled with profound disgust. My action left him momentarily frozen.

Suddenly, I flinched. My reflex mirrored the resistance I once displayed when he used to touch me.

These involuntary movements, the expressions, and the nuanced details spoke volumes.

Damien lingered there, scrutinizing me for what felt like an eternity. It was as if he was attempting to see through me.

Frowning, I clutched my hands tightly. "Have you lost your sanity?"

Damien didn’t say a word. Once Zion came out, he quickly walked away.

Breathing a sigh of relief, I reassured myself that my true identity as Sophia remained concealed. Even Dexter, it appeared, hadn’t entirely pieced together that I was Sophia.

"Were you waiting for me?" Zion approached, asking.

He scrutinized me, his gaze tinged with skepticism.

"I..." I faltered, the impulse to disclose my identity as Sophia almost slipping out.

However, admitting it might lead him to associate me with Dexter and as someone grappling with mental health issues.

"Officer Landon, I’m Dexter’s wife and his legal guardian. I previously had Miss Violette update you about the murderer... Did you look into it?"

Zion regarded me with caution. "What’s your connection to this case?"

After a moment’s hesitation, I took a deep breath. "Dexter is my husband. I can’t stand by while he faces false accusations. I’m determined to find the real culprit and clear his name."

After all, Dexter was still a suspect. He was currently out on bail.

Zion reluctantly accepted my explanation. "Violette didn’t mention the murderer to me. What’s going on?"

I paused. Did Violette not inform Zion? Did she still lack trust in me?