Forbidden Passion
Chapter 618 A Nobody

Phoebe sat there, frozen, locking eyes with Theodore for what felt like forever before she finally caved and looked away, dodging his icy, intense stare.

Then, she heard Theodore's cold voice right in her ear. "Just a nobody."

With that, Theodore turned away like she wasn't even there and headed for the elevator. The woman with him hurried to catch up.

"Theodore, wait up!"

The sound of his leather shoes faded away. Phoebe sat on the bench, feeling like she'd been dunked in ice water. She closed her eyes, admitting to herself that Theodore's cold, heartless words had really stung. A nobody.

Yeah, from now on, they were nobodies to each other. Even if they bumped into each other on the street, they'd just be strangers passing by.

Cindy came back with the meds and pointed at the two walking away. "Phoebe, that's Theodore. Who's the chick with him? They look pretty tight."

Phoebe didn't even glance that way. She got up and said, "Got the meds, let's bounce."

Cindy looked back and caught Theodore's gaze. Even from a distance, she could feel the chill in his eyes.

Cindy shivered and quickly grabbed Phoebe's arm, heading for the hospital exit.

Once they were in the car, Cindy let out a big sigh of relief. "Man, Theodore's got a seriously cold vibe."

Phoebe sat in the passenger seat, staring blankly at the skyscrapers outside. Theodore had someone new; he had moved on.

This was supposed to be a good thing, so why did it hurt her so much?

No matter how intense the love once was, it couldn't beat time. She smiled bitterly and reminded herself, 'Phoebe, you gotta move on, too.'

"Cindy, I've decided to keep the triplets," Phoebe suddenly blurted out, making Cindy slam on the gas and rear-end the car in front.

Cindy quickly hit the brakes and turned to Phoebe. Seeing she wasn't joking, Cindy said, "Phoebe, are you nuts because of that woman with Theodore?"

Even though Cindy had seen this coming, hearing Phoebe say it so calmly still made her think of Theodore and that woman.

The driver of the car they hit angrily knocked on the window. Cindy rolled it down and handed him a business card before he could speak. "My bad. Get your car fixed and send the bill to my email."

After their last two fender benders, Cindy ordered Phoebe to stay quiet until they got home safely.

Back at the apartment, Cindy poured Phoebe a glass of milk and sat across from her, looking all serious like she was about to discuss the meaning of life.

"Phoebe, have you really thought this through? Is this not just a spur-of-the-moment thing?" Cindy asked earnestly.

Phoebe held the glass, the milk gently rippling. She lowered her eyes and said, "You know my health history. The head of obstetrics at Horizon Wellness Hospital basically told me I'd never get pregnant. I accepted that, but now I'm pregnant. If I don't keep them, I might never have kids."

"But you don't even know who the dad is. If the kids ask you where their dad is, what are you gonna say?"

Phoebe stayed quiet for what felt like forever. "I can raise them."

Cindy had finally calmed down. She looked at Phoebe seriously. "Phoebe, you know having them is gonna cost you more than just money."

"I know. I've thought it through," Phoebe said.

If she hadn't seen Theodore today, she might've taken more time to think. But the moment she saw him, she knew.

She was still head over heels for Theodore.

Phoebe was scared she wouldn't be able to control her feelings, that if Theodore called, she'd fall right back into his trap.

But if she had the triplets, they'd put an end to all her crazy thoughts. She'd stay far away from Theodore for good and never get hurt by him again.

"Anyway, I'm not getting married again. With the triplets, I won't have any regrets," Phoebe declared firmly.

Cindy could kinda guess what Phoebe was thinking. If Phoebe had any doubts before, seeing Theodore had wiped them out.

Phoebe wanted the triplets to cut off all her escape routes and move forward.

"Phoebe, we still have time. Think it over carefully. Don't rush into this," Cindy said, feeling a bit sad.

In truth, Phoebe had thought everything through. If this was her only shot at being a mom, she'd have the kids and raise them right. This was her mess, and she had to own up to it.

Besides, she'd been married and divorced. Even if she had the triplets, no one could judge her.

She had thought it through.

Her phone suddenly buzzed. Phoebe glanced at the caller ID; it was Evelyn. Feeling drained, she put the phone face down on the table. Cindy picked up the phone and answered, "Evelyn, it's Cindy. Phoebe's in the bathroom. What do you need? I'll tell her later." Evelyn was happy to hear Cindy's voice. She said, "Cindy, thanks for going with Phoebe to the hospital today. How'd it go?"

"It was fine. The doc said she should stick to a lighter diet, nothing major," Cindy replied.

"Alright, Cindy, come over to the house when you can. I'll cook something nice for you." Evelyn chatted for a bit and then hung up.

Cindy put the phone back on the coffee table and stood up. "Phoebe, take a break. I'll make dinner, and you can eat before you head back." Phoebe lay on the sofa and mumbled, "I don't wanna go back today."

If she went back, Evelyn would definitely ask a ton of questions. She didn't have the energy for that, so she figured she'd avoid it for a day and think about her next move. "If you don't wanna go back, stay here. I'll call Evelyn and let her know. You can crash here as long as you want," Cindy said.

Phoebe stared at the ceiling, lost in thought. The day's events had been a lot. Now that things were quiet, Phoebe started to think about her bank balance.

In the early stages of pregnancy, she could keep working at her current job. But once her belly started to show, she definitely couldn't stay at Kedora. Otherwise, if Evelyn found out she was pregnant with a "male escort's" kid, she'd either kill her or force her to get an abortion.

Phoebe pressed her temples in distress and placed her hand on her flat stomach. The thought of three kids growing inside her made her heart race.