Forbidden Passion
Chapter 20 I did resist!

Phoebe looked sorrowful as she sat down on the sofa and looked at Madison, "Do you really want me to divorce your brother?"

"Of course. My big brother is a shining star among men, only a woman as brilliant as Vanessa deserves him." Madison said with a smug face.

Phoebe curled her lips lightly, "Madison, if I were you, I would hope that I never divorce your brother, and we would stay together until death, so that you have a chance to be with the person you like." Madison widened her eyes, her cheeks turning red, feeling exposed, "What...what are you talking about? I don't understand. I don't want to talk to you."

After speaking, she hurriedly ran out.

Phoebe felt suffocated in her chest, so she decided to go out and get some fresh air. She got up and went to the second-floor terrace.

Vanessa followed Theodore downstairs, "Theodore, maybe I shouldn't have gone upstairs to look for you just now. I saw Miss Ziegler seemed to have something to say to you."

Theodore's eyes were cold and stern, his face filled with dark clouds, "What could she have to say to me?"

Vanessa was choked by his words and instinctively slowed down her footsteps, stopping on the stairs.

She watched his figure disappear around the corner of the staircase.

She had never seen Theodore so irritatedble and angry before. If she hadn't appeared just now, what would Phoebe have said to him? What was he expecting Phoebe to say? From Phoebe's expression when she looked at Theodore just now, it was clear that she was movedin love. Otherwise, she wouldn't have looked at him with such admiring and fiery eyes. And Theodore?

He had been with Phoebe for three years, living and spending every day together. It was impossible for him to have no feelings for her.

After all, even if you have a cat or a dog by your side for three years, you will develop feelings, let alone a living person.

Vanessa clenched her fists tightly, her exquisite face contorted.

No, she had to come up with a plan to force them to divorce as soon as possible.

Phoebe stood on the terrace, with the summer breeze blowing through her long hair. She gazed at the distant green mountains and slowly released the welled pent-up frustration in her heart. Downstairs was the swimming pool, where the servants were busy setting up string lights. The birthday party would be held here in the evening.

"Miss Ziegler, you are quite difficult to find," a voice called out.

Phoebe turned her head and saw Vanessa walking towards her, gracefully and confidently. She furrowed her brows. For some reason, she had a feeling that Vanessa had purposely sought her out to stir up trouble. "What does Miss Fitzroy want with me?" Phoebe asked.

Vanessa got straight to the point, "Let's talk about Theodore."

"Hmm."

Vanessa rested her hands on the railing, her eyes focused on the shimmering pool. A bold plan had already taken shape in her mind.

She calmly began, "Theodore and I were childhood sweethearts. We had a deep affection for each other, just like you and Edward. Because of this special bond, we understood each other better and liked each other more than anyone else." Phoebe's hand at her side instinctively clenched into a fist. She had to admit that Vanessa was intelligent, as she immediately established an emotional connection with her.

"In the past, I rashly broke up with him to go to Poland to study piano. It hurt him deeply, so that night, when he was drunk, he mistook you for me and had the interactiona relationship with you."

What a phrase "mistook you for me," it truly stabbed at her heart!

Phoebe tightly pursed her red lips. "Miss Fitzroy, what exactly are you trying to say?"

"Miss Ziegler, I did not mean to imply that you were a substitute for me. I am only lamenting how fate plays its tricks. Back then, you and Edward were an admired couple at the Imperial University, but who would have thought that you would end up marrying Theodore."

Vanessa's words were like sharp blades, piercing Phoebe's heart with each word.

Unfazed by Phoebe's pale complexion, Vanessa continued, "Because of the absurdity of that night for all four of us, we have been living in pain. Phoebe, do you regret not resisting him with all your might back then?"

"I...," Phoebe's lips trembled, "I did resist."

"Then you certainly did not resist with all youryou might," Vanessa's gaze shot like an arrow towards her, "Or perhaps, when he called you 'Mia,' you gave up struggling."

Phoebe's face turned ashen. "No, it's not like that."

At that time, Theodore pressed down on her, heavy like a mountain. Her struggles were like a mosquito trying to shake a tree. S; she couldn't budge him at all.

"You did, Phoebe. When did you start liking Theodore? Was it three years ago, or even earlier? Maybe you coveted him even when you were with Edward, didn't you?" Suddenly, Vanessa became particularly sharp, bombarding Phoebe with a series of probing questions, causing her to take a few steps back.

"No!"

Vanessa sneered and her expression was filled with mockery.

"Since it's not true, why were you planning to confess to him just now?" Vanessa said, a little madly.

"I..." Phoebe was speechless. She knew Vanessa was mixing up the topic, but she couldn't argue back because she really wanted to confess to Theodore earlier.

Vanessa chuckled softly, "It's okay, Phoebe. He's such an excellent man, it's abnormal for you not to like him."

Phoebe was out of words. She decided to ignore her. : "..."

She felt that Vanessa had gone crazy and turned around to leave.

Behind her came Vanessa's teeth-gritting voice, "Phoebe, what if I jump from here and tell Theodore that you pushed me down? Do you think he would believe it?"

Phoebe quickly turned around and saw that Vanessa was sitting on the railing at some point. Her legs were dangling outside the railing, only her hands gripping onto it. It looked very dangerous, as if she could fall at any moment. Phoebe's heart raced, and she hurriedly ran back. "Vanessa, you're insane! Come down from there, don't joke about your own life."

Vanessa suddenly grabbed her, her smile becoming somewhat sinister like a venomous snake sticking out its tongue. "I'm not joking about my own life. Will he believe you, will you come?"

Phoebe glared at her, gritting her teeth, wanting to push her hand away but also afraid she would fall. She could only hold onto Vanessa tightly. "What exactly do you want to do?"

Vanessa said, "You can't swim either, right? I just want to know, if the two of us jumped at the same time, who would Theodore save first? Phoebe, if Theodore saves me first, you'll give up." "Why should I play such a boring game with you?"

"Because you have no choice!" After Vanessa finished speaking, she suddenly pulled Phoebe forcefully towards the edge of the railing. Phoebe was pulled out of the railing by the force of her gravity, and the two of them fell from the second floor, landing heavily into the swimming pool.

"Plunk, plunk" two sounds, countless water splashes were stirred up in the pool.

Phoebe vaguely heard someone screaming, and she struggled desperately in the water.

Water surrounded her, pouring into her mouth and nose.

Phoebe's most fatal weakness was that she couldn't swim.

She floated and sank in the swimming pool, suffocating fear gradually enveloping her.

Suddenly, she saw a familiar tall figure jump into the water.--

Was it him?

Would he... save her or Vanessa?