Forbidden Passion
Chapter 605 If You're Pregnant, I'll Let You Go

Theodore kicked over the coffee table, sending cups and snacks flying everywhere. Riley stood frozen at the dining room entrance, barely daring to breathe. Theodore turned to look at Phoebe's back, his eyes dark and stormy.

He knew that once a romantic relationship lost its spark and trust, all those sweet words turned into nothing but lies. No matter how much he groveled, Phoebe wasn't gonna forgive him. The damage was done, and taking another step back would just lead to total ruin.

He couldn't picture life without Phoebe, and the thought of her leaving was unbearable. Since everything he did was wrong anyway, why not just follow his gut?

Theodore thought to himself, 'Phoebe, as long as I don't let go, you ain't going anywhere!'

Phoebe went back to the bedroom and started packing. She didn't have much to take; most of her stuff was at Imperial Apartment.

So, she just went to the walk-in closet to change clothes, grabbed her phone and driver's license, and was ready to bounce.

When Phoebe turned around, she found her way blocked. She looked blankly at Theodore standing at the closet door.

Phoebe said, "Move."

Theodore's gaze was like dark clouds rolling in, making her heart race. She was actually a bit scared of him.

After confessing, Phoebe wanted to use Theodore's guilt to end things quickly. But if she couldn't get out of this door today, her quick resolution would fail again. Phoebe couldn't figure out what Theodore was thinking right now.

Since marrying Theodore, she had never really understood him. For example, Theodore was head over heels for Vanessa but hadn't rushed to divorce Phoebe. So Phoebe could only put on a cold front to push Theodore away.

As long as she could get out of here.

Theodore took a step forward, and Phoebe watched him warily. The next second, her hand was empty; Theodore had snatched her bag.

Just as she was about to grab it back, Theodore tossed her bag away. Phoebe exclaimed, "My bag!"

Theodore stared at Phoebe, grabbed her wrist, and pinned her against the closet door. Even in his rage, he remembered the injury on Phoebe's back and cushioned her with his hand to lessen the impact. Theodore's body pressed against hers. He lowered his head slightly, whispering in her ear, "Phoebe, who gave you the guts to ask for a divorce?"

Phoebe trembled with fear, asking, "What are you gonna do?"

Theodore bit her neck, "Don't you know what I wanna do?"

A sharp pain spread from her neck. Phoebe could feel Theodore grinding his teeth against her skin. She cried out in pain, "Theodore, don't make me hate you."

Theodore chuckled, "What's the difference now? Compared to losing you, I'd rather have you hate me."

Phoebe felt Theodore undressing her, and she began to tremble all over. "Get away, don't touch me with your filthy hands."

Phoebe's voice was shrill as she struggled desperately.

Her words cut into Theodore's heart like a knife. His eyes welled up but he didn't cry.

Theodore knew that taking this step meant Phoebe would never love him again, but things couldn't get worse than they were now.

As long as he could keep her.

Theodore shut his eyes, ripped her clothes, and lifted her against the door. His deep voice echoed in her ears.

"Phoebe, remember you owe me a kid? Give me that, and I'll let you go!"

Phoebe screamed in pain, "I won't!"

Pushed to the edge of his torment, Theodore gave in to his darkest desires, forcing himself on Phoebe in the walk-in closet. When it was over, Phoebe lay on the floor, barely conscious. The wound on her back had reopened, staining the white oak closet with blood-a shocking sight.

A flash of regret crossed Theodore's eyes, quickly replaced by coldness. He bent down, picked her up, and carried her to the bed.

Phoebe had no strength left to fight. Her overwhelming hatred burned through her reason. She didn't know where she got the strength, but she pushed Theodore onto the bed.

She opened her mouth and bit down hard on Theodore's collarbone.

Her teeth sank deep into his flesh. She bit down hard, her mouth filling with the taste of blood, but she refused to let go, wishing she could tear off that piece of flesh.

Theodore lay on the bed, holding her waist. The pain made him clear-headed and desperate. He said faintly, "Didn't you say you could never get pregnant? Let's bet. If you get pregnant, I'll let you go." This meant he wouldn't let her leave.

Phoebe finally broke down. Her teeth loosened, and she began to cry, her sobs filled with helplessness and despair.

Hearing Phoebe's heart-wrenching cries, Theodore's eyes filled with tears, endless regret consuming his heart. How did they end up like this?

Phoebe cried herself to sleep, curling up under the blanket. Theodore sat up, gently lifting her to rest her head on the pillow.

He put on a robe, went downstairs to get the first aid kit, and saw Riley's worried face.

Riley looked at the blood seeping from Theodore's collarbone and asked painfully, "Theodore, how did things get this bad between you and Phoebe?"

Just a few days ago, everything seemed fine. Why was Phoebe suddenly asking for a divorce?

Earlier, Riley had heard Phoebe's screams and curses from upstairs. She had never known Phoebe could be so furious.

Looking at Theodore, besides the bite mark on his collarbone, his face also had scratches from fingernails. It was as if they had fought upstairs.

Theodore found the first aid kit under the TV cabinet, turned to go upstairs, then stopped halfway and looked back at Riley.

Theodore warned, "Riley, no matter what happens in the villa, don't tell my mom and dad. I don't want them to worry." "But," Riley hesitated.

If things continued like this, might it not end in tragedy?

Theodore pressed his lips together, "No buts. If I find out you told them, you'll leave here."

Riley's face changed, saying, "Yes, I understand. I won't say anything."

Riley had worked for the Reynolds family for many years because she had basic professional ethics and never gossiped. Now that Theodore had warned her, she naturally wouldn't dare to say anything to Taylor. Theodore took the first aid kit and went back to the bed. He opened it and took out the medicine, carefully treating the wound on Phoebe's back.

Phoebe didn't sleep well, the pain on her back making her moan, "It hurts so much."