Forbidden Passion
Chapter 493 She Will Only Break His Heart!

Phoebe stood there in the snow, watching Edward's car vanish around the corner. She turned and started heading towards the Golden Apartment. Before she could take more than a few steps, a chilling voice sliced through the cold air, startling her. "You're ditching the party today because of him?" Phoebe shivered and spun around to see Theodore's tall, intimidating figure stepping out from under a tree, his vibe even colder than the weather. She stared at Theodore, feeling like they were suddenly worlds apart.

Theodore walked up to her, stopping just a few feet away. His voice was soft but firm. "I asked you, are you skipping the party because of him?" Phoebe looked away, a flash of an old, yellowed newspaper crossing her mind, making her eyes sting. "Didn't you see everything?"

"Phoebe!" Theodore's voice was still laced with anger as he stared her down.

Phoebe instinctively took a step back, her thin frame stiffening, clearly showing her fear.

The pain in Theodore's eyes deepened. He tried to soften his tone a bit. "My car's outside. Let's go."

Phoebe looked up, panic in her eyes. After a few seconds of locking eyes with Theodore, she finally said, "It's Christmas. I want to spend it with my mom."

Theodore squinted, staring at her. "No, you're coming back with me today."

"Theodore Reynolds!" Phoebe suddenly called him by his full name. "We've been married for four years. I've spent every holiday with you. Can't you give me some space?"

She didn't want to face Theodore right now. She didn't want to argue before things were clear. Why couldn't he understand?

Theodore's hand, hanging by his side, stiffened. A hint of sarcasm appeared in his eyes. "The space you want is to be at the party with me, but instead, you went to meet your ex? Phoebe, I can't give you that kind of space," he retorted. "Stop accusing me." Phoebe was trembling with anger.

Theodore's lack of trust in her hurt deeply. Every time he caught a glimpse of her with Edward, unfounded suspicions would arise, implying that her feelings for Edward lingered. Despite Phoebe's explanation to Theodore about her miscarriage being caused by an allergic reaction to medication, the doubts persisted, casting a shadow over their relationship. Theodore took a step forward, grabbed the scarf around Phoebe's neck, and yanked it off. With a flick of his hand, the scarf flew away. His eyes were bloodshot, and his anger intensified. He yelled, "Am I accusing you, or do you still have feelings for him? Phoebe, I'm telling you, if you want to rekindle your old flame with him, it's not happening!"

With that, Theodore grabbed Phoebe's wrist and dragged her towards the black Range Rover parked by the roadside.

Phoebe stumbled as Theodore dragged her along. She was wearing high heels that weren't slip-resistant, and the road was covered in snow, causing her to nearly fall several times. When they reached the car, Theodore yanked open the passenger door and pushed Phoebe inside.

Phoebe was in a state of utter disarray. She propped herself up on the seat and saw Theodore get in from the other side. He said coldly, "Buckle up."

Without another word, Theodore stepped on the gas, and the car shot forward like an arrow.

It was almost midnight, and the road was practically deserted. The black Range Rover tore down the street like a wild horse gone rogue. Phoebe was freaked out. She quickly buckled her seatbelt and clung to the door handle for dear life.

"Theodore, slow down!" she shouted.

Even though there were hardly any cars around, the snow-covered, slippery road was a recipe for disaster. But Theodore wasn't listening.

His mind was a mess, still reeling from seeing Phoebe and Edward together. The thought of Phoebe breaking her promise and being with Edward ignited a fierce rage within him. "Phoebe, you wanna die with me?" Theodore floored the gas pedal, spitting out the words through gritted teeth.

Phoebe's face went pale with fear. She looked at Theodore, who was staring straight ahead, the streetlights reflecting in his eyes, making them look almost sinister.

Her heart pounded and tears cascaded down her cheeks. "I don't wanna die, Theodore. You can't die either. Please, ease up on the gas. I'm scared!"

She wished a traffic cop would show up and force them to stop, but even then, Theodore probably wouldn't listen.

Theodore curled his lips, a storm brewing in his dark eyes. "What a pity!"

Phoebe watched the speedometer climb, her heart feeling like it was about to burst out of her chest. She squeezed her eyes shut.

"Theodore, I'm begging you, slow down," she pleaded.

However, Theodore disregarded her pleas, the engine roaring as if he were in a high-speed race. His desire to accelerate only intensified, pushing for more speed, more momentum. Phoebe had no idea how long this nightmare lasted. The roaring in her ears grew louder, and she thought she might die from the sound alone.

Suddenly, the car screeched to a halt, and silence enveloped them. She could hear her own breathing, rapid and loud in the quiet night.

The passenger door was yanked open, and Theodore dragged her out of the car. Her face was streaked with tears, and the cold wind felt like knives cutting into her skin. Without a word, Theodore grabbed her wrist and pulled her into a large villa.

This was West Mountain Villas, their so-called home.

They rarely came here. The last time was when Theodore brought her back to teach her a lesson. The place was empty, not a soul in sight.

Theodore kicked open the door and dragged Phoebe inside, pinning her against the wall. His nose was almost touching hers as he stared into her eyes.

Not a single hint of affection reflected in her eyes; only pure panic and dread met his gaze. Theodore didn't detect a shred of love or care for him in her expression.

A laugh threatened to escape him. Four years together, and even a pet would have learned to show some warmth. Yet, in Phoebe, he only found a talent for shattering his heart.

He grabbed her chin, forcing her to look into his eyes. "Phoebe, if you don't wanna die with me, then live with me in misery!"

Phoebe's scalp tingled. Before she could process Theodore's words, he grabbed her arm and dragged her upstairs.

She stumbled along the way, but Theodore showed no pity, not slowing down for her at all.

He dragged her to the master bedroom door and kicked it open. The lights in the bedroom suddenly came on, and Phoebe felt her eyes being dazzled by the bright golden light. Before she could adjust to the blinding light, Theodore forcefully pulled her inside.