Forbidden Passion
Chapter 282 Conflict Erupts Completely

Theodore looked at her with a pained expression, his heart filled with anxiety. He stepped forward, trying to pull her back. "Phoebe, you have really misunderstood her."

Phoebe said, "Whether it's a misunderstanding or not, it is clear in my heart. You still love her. No matter how much I say, you won't believe me. It doesn't matter; I'll investigate it myself."

After speaking, she didn't want to look at him for another second and turned to walk out of the factory.

Theodore didn't expect her reaction to be so intense. He quickly caught up to her and grabbed her wrist. "Phoebe, the facts are right in front of you. Why do you insist it's Vanessa? This matter has nothing to do with her."

Phoebe sneered, staring at Theodore with hatred swirling in her eyes. "Because I'm the victim, Theodore. Have you ever thought about what would have happened if you hadn't arrived in time that day?"

"But I did get there in time," Theodore said.

Phoebe took a deep breath and forcefully shook off her hand. "Yes, you got there in time, so I should be grateful, relieved that I wasn't violated, and then just let it go?"

"Phoebe, you're too paranoid."

"That's because you're too biased!" Phoebe shouted, tears rolling down her face. "Theodore, what do I mean to you in your heart?"

Theodore pressed his lips tightly together.

Seeing his silence, Phoebe felt deeply hurt. At that moment, a twisted desire for revenge surged in her heart. He made her suffer, so she wanted to make him suffer even more.  

Phoebe said, "In your heart, you've never trusted me, right? To you, I'm just an unchaste existence. Didn't you suspect that Edward and I made love and killed your child? Well, you don't have to suspect anymore. Let me tell you, yes, we did sleep together that night."

Phoebe's head was knocked to the side by a slap.

She maintained that position, motionless, even forgetting to cry. Her cheek burned painfully, but it was nothing compared to the pain in her heart.

Theodore's hand froze in mid-air, his fingertips trembling secretly. He glared at Phoebe with uncontrollable anger. "Take back what you just said!"

Phoebe slowly turned her head to look at him, her eyes red as if they would bleed in the next second. Suddenly, she gave him a strange smile.  

"For three years, haven't you always thought that way? Why is it that you can think it, but I can't say it?"

Theodore stared at her rapidly swelling cheek, the trace of blood at the corner of her mouth stinging his eyes. He couldn't believe that he had actually slapped her.  

"Phoebe, don't provoke me!"

The strange smile on Phoebe's face grew even more intense. She straightened her back and offered the other side of her face, aggressively saying, "One side isn't enough? Here, take the other side and hit it hard."

Theodore roared, "Phoebe!"

Phoebe waited a few seconds but didn't receive another slap. She took a few steps back, full of sarcasm. "Not hitting? Then I'll take my leave."

After saying that, she turned and left without looking back.