Forbidden Passion
Chapter 5 The Sin

With a loud rumble, thunder and lightning flashed outside the window, and torrential rain poured down.

Phoebe curled up on the hospital bed, experiencing spasms in her stomach. Her eyelashes fluttered, and at this point, Theodore already knew the truth. How would he deal with her?

Would he divorce her?

As the word 'divorce' slid through her mind, her stomach ached even more. In fact, it would be for the best if they did divorce. They wouldn't need to torment each other anymore. For both of them, it would be a release.

This marriage was a mistake from the beginning, and now it was just a matter of restoring order and returning to their original positions.

With a bang, the hospital room door was violently kicked open. Phoebe was startled, opening her eyes to see a tall figure filled with rage storming into the room.

At this moment, he looked like a devil with his dark and fierce eyes, giving off a terrifying and intimidating aura.

She was extremely frightened and hurriedly scrambled off the bed. However, in her haste, she ended up rolling off the bed, wrapped in the sheets.

With a loud thud, not only was Phoebe dumbfounded, but even Theodore was stunned.

He stopped in his tracks, his expression darkening as he watched her desperately struggling in the sheets, her cheeks turning red from anxiety. He only just realized that she was so afraid of him.

His heart seemed to be wrenched by the sight. He slowly walked over and stopped beside her. He leaned down to pick her up.

But Phoebe misunderstood in her panic, thinking that he was going to hit her. She pulled the sheets over her head, trembling in fear, and her terrified voice came from beneath the sheets, "Don't hit me." Theodore's actions froze, finding it almost laughable.

When did he become a scoundrel in her eyes, capable of hitting women?

Suppressing his anger, he gently lifted her, along with the sheets, from the ground and carefully placed her on the hospital bed. He pulled a chair and sat by the bed.

Phoebe hesitated in the sheets for a moment, and then slowly peeled back a small opening, cautiously poking her head out.

Her appearance resembled a newly hatched chick, filled with unknown fear towards the outside world.

Locking eyes with Theodore's cold and intense gaze, she fearfully shrank back into the sheets.

Phoebe couldn't bear to look at him and lowered her eyelashes.

Theodore let out a bitter laugh filled with self-pity. He realized that he had been blindly arrogant, thinking that she was afraid of him because of love. Now he knew that she was simply afraid of him, nothing more. A sharp pain spread from his heart to every corner of his body. Even his fingers trembled with the heartache. He reached for the cigarette box but ultimately didn't take it out.

"Why don't you ever speak?"

Phoebe gripped the corners of the blanket tightly, her ten fingers exerting force until her fingertips turned white. He had indeed found out now. Was it time to settle their accounts?

She knew this day would come eventually, but she didn't expect it to come so soon. Sitting up on the bed, she spoke slowly, "I wanted to say it on the day I went for the check-up, but you didn't give me a chance." That day, just like today, was pouring rain.

She returned to the villa and the servants told her that Theodore was in the baby's room upstairs. She went over and found the baby's room in a mess, with the crib, rocking horse... all smashed to pieces by Theodore. Theodore sat against the wall amidst the ruins, like a male lion who had lost its cubs, desolate and sorrowful.

She knew that he had genuinely looked forward to the arrival of this child. Even if he didn't love her, he loved the child in her womb.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have married her, a lowly woman, in order to give this child a complete family.

She stood at the door for a long time before summoning the courage to enter. Squatting in front of him, she hesitated for a moment before speaking, "I went for a follow-up at the hospital today. The results weren't good, and it seems that in the future... When we got married, it was because of the child. Now that we've lost the child, if you want a divorce, I won't oppose it."

Some word she said seemed to have hurt him. Theodore suddenly flew into a fit of rage, pushing her to the ground. His strong body pressed down on top of her, his eyes turning red from intense hatred. "Divorce? Phoebe, what do you take me for?"

"I don't." To her, Theodore was an unattainable god. She respected and feared him, never daring to desecrate him.

Theodore glared at her, his hatred deep and heavy in his eyes, as if he wanted to tear her apart alive. Suddenly, he bent down and bit her throat. "Phoebe, I really wish I could kill you!"

The same words brought Phoebe back to reality from her memories. She couldn't help but shiver, and then she heard Theodore continue, "You've made a laughingstock out of me for these past few years." Phoebe's heart tightened, and tears fell uncontrollably. "I'm sorry."

Theodore stared at her for a while, then suddenly found it funny and actually laughed. But his laughter held a thick sense of sadness. "I'm so noble that I need a victim like you to apologize to me." Phoebe's heart felt like it was being stabbed by needles, and a dense pain washed over her. Her tears fell even more frantically. "I'm sorry. It was me who disrupted your life back then. If you want..." "Shut up!" Theodore suddenly interrupted her with a stern voice. "I've said that unless I bring it up myself, you will never have the right to mention those words."

Phoebe raised her head in astonishment. "You..."

Theodore looked angry and annoyed, but dismayed, he forcefully spoke up, "You know it, and if you dare let a third person know... you just try it!"

Phoebe's mind was filled with mixed feelings. He knew, yet he wouldn't divorce. She couldn't quite understand what he was thinking. "Why?"

Theodore looked into her eyes. He remembered when he took over the Reynolds Group upon returning to the country. During that initial period, he was ruthless, and everyone feared him. Wherever he went, there was an air of lifelessness. Only she was the sole light in this earthly hell, always wearing a pure smile, with brightness in her eyes.

But at what point did she lose that smile and brightness in her eyes?

He leaned in, gripping her chin, his voice as venomous as a snake's tongue as he slowly uttered, "Phoebe, you betrayed me. I want you to stay by my side for the rest of your life, to atone for your mistake." This was the sin she had to atone for, to him and to their unborn child!