Forbidden Passion
Chapter 22 Lost bet

At that time, she was closest to Theodore, but he chose to save Vanessa first. After all, she was his beloved, the moonlight he had loved for more than ten years.

If it were her, she would also save the person she liked first.

Choosing between two options has always been such a cruel and real choice.

Seeing this, Mrs. Reynolds sighed silently, "Both of you refuse to speak. Was it arranged in advance or is there something you can't say?"

Phoebe shook her head, "Mom, please don't ask."

"Ah, what a sad fate." Mrs. Reynolds cut the peeled apple into pieces and placed them on a small tray in front of her. "If you don't want to say, I won't force you, but there won't be a next time, understand?" "Yes."

Just because Mrs. Reynolds didn't pursue further didn't mean Theodore would let it go that easily.

After Mrs. Reynolds left, Phoebe lay on the hospital bed and stared at the sunset outside the window for a while.

In the end, she dragged her weak body out of bed and went to the bathroom. She planned to go out for a walk, not wanting to stay alone in this cold hospital room.

In the garden downstairs from the ward, family members accompanied the patients for a walk. Except for her, eEveryone passing by couldn't help but glance at her.

Phoebe was wearing a hospital gown, her frail body unable to hold itself up, appearing haggard.

She stood by the lake for a while and felt someone standing behind her.

She turned her head and saw Vanessa standing there, wearing a man's suit jacket. She was familiar with that jacket, one of the many items she had chosen when buying platinum bags for Mrs. Reynolds. If she had known this jacket would be worn by Vanessa to disgust her, she wouldn't have even boughtuy it for a dog.

She looked at her almost numbly, chestnut curls cascading down her shoulders, with delicate eyebrows and a glamorous appearance that made people feel pity.

"I won," Vanessa said, looking at Phoebe's cold and aloof demeanor, suddenly smug, as if boasting, and tightened the suit on her body.

Phoebe had just escaped from death and didn't want to get entangled with her any further. She turned around and was about to leave.

Vanessa blocked her path, looking at her pale face, the hospital gown swaying on her slender body, and her smile becoming even more enchanting.

She approached Phoebe, full of pride, and said,:

"Miss Ziegler, don't you recognize me?"

Phoebe felt a pang of pain when she heard Vanessa's words. "Theodore has always loved me, even though you were closer to him. He chose to save me." Her eyes bore a cold expression.

"What does your three-year marriage amount to when compared to our love that has lasted for over a decade? Despite that, you still stubbornly hold onto him?" Vanessa's words struck Phoebe's heart.

She knew exactly what to say to hurt Phoebe the most and make her give up her feelings for Theodore. Phoebe clenched her fists tightly. "You are despicable!"

Vanessa smiled with pleasure. "Miss Ziegler, you should thank me. If I didn't do this, how would you have realized Theodore's feelings for me and turned back on your feelings for him?"

"Do you know how painful it is to fall in love with someone who can never love you back? I'm actually helping you."

Phoebe had never encountered such shameless and audacious woman before. She fumed with anger, her chest heaving. "Vanessa, where do you draw the line? Do you even know that I almost died because of you?"

Vanessa suddenly looked behind Phoebe and lowered her voice. "Wouldn't it be better if you died? From ex-wife to deceased wife, it would resolve many unnecessary entanglements."

Phoebe's pupils trembled. Without thinking, she reached out to push Vanessa away. But to her surprise, she didn't touch her, and Vanessa fell onto the cobblestone path.

"Ah... it hurts so much!" Vanessa moaned pitifully.

Phoebe was about to tell her to stop pretending, but then a dark voice sounded behind her. "Phoebe, what are you doing?"