Forbidden Passion
Chapter 155 Do You Want Me to Dig up Our Marriage Certificate?

Theodore heard the underlying defiance in her tone. His heart clenched as if it were in an invisible vise, tightening with each beat. He warned her, "Phoebe, you know what I hate to hear." "Theodore, if I decide to go all in, know this-I can live without you!" Phoebe's resolution was categorical.

Marrying Theodore had been for the sake of their child. She hadn't pressed for divorce out of guilt, and now, her silence was not out of resignation, but because she hadn't given up hope entirely. But if he continued to break her heart, she would fight her way out of this marriage one way or another.

Theodore felt dazed; it was like his chest was being constricted. While gazing at her trembling lips, the one thought he could muster was to silence her, to stop her from spouting these infuriating words. He closed his eyes briefly, then abruptly leaned in.

Her lips were caught in a punishing kiss, the sharp pain radiating to her scalp before exploding within her. Phoebe's mind raced to respond.

She pushed against him with all her might but to no avail, anger fueled her struggle as her chest heaved.

Theodore bit down hard, a vengeful bite, which lasted until the taste of blood mingled in their mouths.

With her eyes blazing red, Phoebe glared at Theodore for several seconds. A scornful laugh escaped her lips as she sneered, "Theodore, are you starved for love or something?" His expression was like ice.

But Phoebe was fearless and began goading him further. "If you're so desperate for love, why not go to your first love? She's right across, waiting for you -"

She whispered this sentence venomously; it was both crude and cutting.

Theodore's eyes snapped to Phoebe, noting her defiant stare and her mocking smile. His blood felt like it was boiling backward, and his eyes reddened in an instant.

His hand violently clamped over her mouth, and he ruthlessly bit down on her throat.

"Take back what you said, Phoebe!"

He never knew Phoebe could be so cutting with her words. When she aimed for your heart, a single sentence could leave it riddled with bloodied holes.

Phoebe's rebellious spirit flared up, fueled by his provocation. For too long, she'd been suffocating under the weight of her own resentment. Now, it burst forth with a vengeance. The more she hurt inside, the more she wanted him to feel that pain.

"No!" She cried out.

Her pajamas were ripped, and as he clamped a hand over her mouth, Phoebe refused to settle down. She bit down hard on a piece of flesh in Theodore's palm and wouldn't let go. Theodore winced from the pain, his manly pride was fully ignited, especially after her crude remarks had pricked at him. His eyes reddened, and he breathed heavily, seething with anger. Sitting crumpled on the floor, Phoebe's tears dried and then flowed again. She hugged her knees close, burying her face in them as her voice became hoarse and nasal from weeping. "What right do you have?" She lamented.

How could he pine after another woman and treat her so cruelly?

Theodore took a drag from his cigarette, leaving a thin stream of smoke wafting through the air. After unleashing his frustrations, he felt a strange sense of relief.

"Do you want me to dig up our marriage certificate?" He taunted.

Phoebe laughed bitterly at this, her laughter reflecting both her sadness and the absurdity of the situation. His treatment of her wasn't about love; it stemmed from the fact that she was legally his partner. Oh, the irony!