Forbidden Passion
Chapter 59 The Last Straw

Phoebe looked into his eyes, the overflowing hatred almost devouring her. Their marriage was not formed out of love, but rather, they were trapped in this abyss because of hatred. "I haven't done anything wrong to you," Phoebe said.

Theodore sneered, "Fine, then tell me, why did the child miscarry after you two slept under the same quilt and chatted all night?"

"I..." Phoebe couldn't find the words to say.

Theodore suddenly let go of her; he took a step back, his hatred intensifying. Almost vengefully, he said, "When the doctor showed me the six-month-old fetus, do you know how I felt?"

Tears suddenly fell from Phoebe's eyes, unexpectedly and uncontrollably. She bit her lip tightly, afraid to cry out, her heart twisted into a knot.

Theodore was not satisfied with just hurting her; he gestured with his hand and cruelly said, "He was so small, not even as big as my fist, lying in a cold tray, lifeless. But the day before, he kicked my hand through your belly, playing games with me."

"Please stop"..." Phoebe sobbed, his words felt like torture, cutting into her heart.

"Why shouldn't I say it?" Theodore's expression was particularly cruel. "Oh, I forgot to tell you, he looked a lot like you."

Phoebe seemed to have reached her limit; she knelt down on the ground with a thud, tears falling like broken pearls. Theodore's words were like being hit. Her final straw broke, and she cried out in a hoarse voice, "I didn't mean to, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

Theodore lowered his gaze, watching her collapse into a fit of crying. He didn't feel any satisfaction in his heart, not even the slightest bit. He took two steps back, releasing the anger that had built up inside him for over two years. It felt as if his whole being had been emptied.

He stood there, for a while, before dragging out a suitcase, packing a few clothes into it, and carrying the suitcase out. Passing by Phoebe, he paused for a moment. Yet, he said nothing more and walked away briskly.

Phoebe pounded at her chest. It felt like something was blocking her heart, making it hard for her to breathe. She clutched at her clothes, her heart pained and uncomfortable. She even wished she could just die like this. Theodore said the child resembled her.

"Ah!" Phoebe screamed in agony, as if by doing so, she could relieve the pain and despair in her heart. She hated herself. If she hadn't attended the class reunion that day, would everything have turned out differently?

Theodore stood in the hallway, hearing Phoebe's agonized cries on the verge of breaking down. His thin lips formed a straight line, then he opened the door and left.

Phoebe sat in the dressing room, unaware of the passing time. She was immersed in her own world, unwilling to step outside. In the living room, her phone kept vibrating until it ran out of battery and automatically shut off.

She shut herself away in this little corner of the world, licking her wounds alone, completely unaware of the people outside who were going crazy looking for her.

There were many matters at QUEEN Entertainment Company that required Phoebe's attention. John couldn't find her and didn't know where she lived, so he mustered up the courage to go to Theodore's office on the upper floor. But when he arrived at the CEO's office, Carol told him that Mr. Reynolds was on a business trip and would not be back for another week.

"Carol, do you know where Phoebe lives? I can't reach her, and her phone is off. I'm afraid something has happened to her," John said with concern.