Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace

I couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching me from behind, but whenever I turned around, there was nothing there.

As I got into the car, Damien’s assistant whispered something in his ear. "These are all of Sofia Miller’s documents."

I was aware that Damien was probing into my background.

While he suspected me of being Sophia Milford, it was merely conjecture.

Damien was arrogant. Instead of owning up to his part in Sophia’s death, he sought out a look–alike to bolster his ego.

"Sofia was quite submissive before, but now she’s become much stronger. I wonder if it’s because she married into the Black family and gained support," Damien’s assistant murmured.

Damien silently stared at me as I departed.

"Sir, please bring me to Huma Hospital," I directed the driver.

I had arranged to meet Violette at the hospital entrance.

Upon arrival, she was already waiting for me.

"Apologies for the delay," I said with a smile.

"You’re still not quite convincing. Sophia wouldn’t address me so formally," Violette remarked coldly as she led me into the ward. "She’d just say—"

"Sorry for being late. Let me treat you to a buffet," Violette and I echoed simultaneously.

Violette paused for a moment, looking at me with a complex expression. I just smiled and said nothing.

"Even if you try to mimic her, you’re nothing but a poor imitation," Violette sneered.

Juliet was currently under heavy police surveillance, so I was escorted to her.

While I wasn’t sure of her intentions for wanting to see me, I was certain it wasn’t for anything positive.

"Sofia." Juliet was sitting on the hospital bed while wearing a patient’s gown. She looked as pale as a fragile porcelain doll.

The last time I encountered her at the hospital, she accused me of pushing her down the stairs.

It felt ironic how everything had changed.

"What do you want from me?" I asked firmly.

Juliet glanced at Violette and fell silent.

Violette nodded. "I’ll give you two some privacy."

Puzzled, I wondered why Juliet wanted everyone out of the room.

Once the ward was empty, Juliet frantically said, "I’ve done everything you asked. You asked me to lure Sophia Milford out that day, and I did. What should I do now that Damien already knows everything?"

My expression darkened as I looked at Juliet warily.

Was she trying to frame me?

"Are you attempting to pin the blame for Sophia’s death on me? I won’t fall for this dirty trick," I warned Juliet. "I thought you had more guts than to play these framing games with me."

Juliet frowned, surprised by my words. "What do you mean? Are you saying you have nothing to do with all this?"

She then exclaimed, "You’re the one who told me to lure Sophia out and demanded updates on her. And you even asked for recordings of her conversations. Haven’t you been pretending to be Sophia all along? Have you started to believe you’re her after imitating her for so long?"

I looked at Juliet skeptically, trying to discern if there was any connection between Sofia and Juliet.

"I told you everything Sophia did, recorded it all, and sent it to you. You promised to get rid of Sophia, and I have proof. Are you going to deny it now?"

Juliet shook her phone. "If Damien causes trouble for me, I won’t let you off. I’ll tell the police you’re behind it all."

I stood rooted to the spot, feeling a sense of panic creeping in.

It was shocking to learn that Sofia had been attempting to imitate me all this time, and I began to wonder why she would do that.

If Juliet’s words were true and she had evidence implicating me in these crimes, then I would be in serious trouble.

"I don’t know what you’re talking about. You seem to be delusional. I don’t know you at all," I said, still refusing to admit to such a thing.

With so many police officers stationed here, I couldn’t believe there wasn’t a listening device in Juliet’s hospital ward.

"You’re in cahoots with the murderer, and you’re his accomplice," Juliet suddenly accused.

She suddenly smirked as she added, "I knew it, so you’re his wife..."

I warned her, "You need evidence to back up your claims, or I’ll sue you for defamation."

"Defamation?" Juliet pulled out her phone and opened her email. "These are all the emails I sent to you. Want to take a look? It’ll be easy for the police to verify if you’re the recipient, won’t it?"

I tried to grab Juliet’s phone, but the door was suddenly pushed open.

Zion and Violette entered with several police officers. Their expressions were a mix of disappointment, curiosity, and indifference.

"She’s lying. I don’t know what she’s talking about. She’s just trying to smear my name," I attempted to explain.

"Whether it’s slander or not, everything will become clear once we confirm the recipient," Zion stated, gesturing toward one of the officers. "Take her into custody."

"Without evidence, you have no right to take me," I backed away, feeling a sudden panic and instinctively.

If this was really Sofia’s doing, how would I clear my name?

I suddenly felt incredibly unlucky. Why did I have to be reincarnated into Sofia’s body? Couldn’t I have been reborn as someone unrelated?

There were too many secrets surrounding Sofia.

"Why pretend to be Sophia?" Damien’s voice cut through the ward as he joined Zion and Violette. His expression, more complex than theirs, held a blend of coldness and a hint of anger. It was as if he felt betrayed by my deception.

I chuckled. "Why would I pretend to be Sophia Milford? When have I pretended to be her?"

It was he who insisted I was Sophia and stubbornly called me Sophia.

"Even if you resemble her, you’ll never be her!" Damien said angrily.

"Damien, maybe you should take a good look at yourself in the mirror and see how disgusting you are," I retorted.

A gleam of triumph flashed in Juliet’s eyes.

At that moment, I felt a sense of relief in my heart.

I wasn’t worried about her attempts to frame me.

My real concern was whether Sofia had actually committed these crimes.

"I’m pregnant, and I have the right to contact my lawyer," I told Zion.

"No need, I’ve already informed your husband," Zion replied firmly.

It was clear he no longer trusted me.

"How can you just take her word for it without even confirming if those emails were for me? If there was any truth to her claims, Sophia Milford wouldn’t have been killed," I said, glaring at Juliet.

Juliet maintained her pitiful facade. "I was just forced into this. You left me no choice."

I scoffed, then turned to Zion and Violette. "Do you really believe her?"

Neither Violette nor Zion responded, but their silence spoke volumes.

Damien seemed to have fully bought into Juliet’s lies.

I suddenly felt a sense of despair and powerlessness. It was as if everyone was willing to believe what Juliet said.

"Sophia." Just as I resigned myself to go with Zion, a hoarse and urgent voice came from the corridor.

I was taken aback to see Dexter rushing toward us.

He finally came.

Would he firmly believe that I was a fraud like the others as well?