Forbidden Passion

Chapter 3 Child! Child!

Phoebe's stomach was in severe discomfort., Sshe hadn't eaten for a day, and all that came out was acid, burning her throat and causing tears to uncontrollably stream down her face. She crouched next to the trash can, suddenly overwhelmed with sadness.

How did she let her life become like this?

Theodore was already in a terrible mood, and seeing her crouched there crying miserably, his handsome face turned even darker, with a fleeting darkness in the depths of his pupils.

He took a step forward, grabbing her wrist forcefully, and pulled her up from the ground with dominance, saying, "Why are you crying? Did you just ignore what I said and still feel wronged?" Phoebe was already feeling miserable, and she didn't expect him to be there mocking her as well.

"Theodore, I hate you, can't you just disappear out of from my sight..." Phoebe cried, her nose turning red. She was terrified of him, yet she couldn't help but scratch back.

A surge of anger filled Theodore's eyes, and the moment of softness he had when he saw her cry was replaced by all of his fury.

"Hate me? Then who do you like, Edward?" Theodore suddenly grew furious, forcefully dragging her to a secluded spot. His strength felt as if it could crush her wrist bones. "Fine, very well, today I will show you who your man truly is!" Phoebe had never seen this side of Theodore before., Iit was as if he wanted to devour her. As she watched him drag her into a secluded corner, she was horrified and chilled to the bone.

What was he going to do?

"What are you doing? Hel...help me!"

As soon as her voice escaped, Theodore covered her mouth. She was petite and weak, no match for Theodore at all. She didn't struggle much before being dragged into the corner by Theodore. With a rustling sound, her little black dress was violently torn apart by the man.

bloody red, his fierce gaze making his face particularly terrifying. In the darkness, he resembled a vengeful ghost in the depths

this woman wasn't the one he loved, but since he had used her, she

her lip, afraid to make a sound, afraid to attract the guests in

ravaged the fragile seedling like

the corner, wrapped in a smoke-gray

inappropriate

up, supporting her exhausted and sore body. Just as she walked out of the darkness, she saw Mrs. Ziegler approaching from the corridor. Her heart panicked,

eyes lit up and she swiftly walked over. As she got closer, Mrs. Ziegler noticed that she was wearing a suit. Her hair was

experienced person, Mrs. Ziegler immediately understood

can't even hold himself back

so she didn't expect her to notice Theodore's violence towards her

Thankfully, the suit was long enough to barely cover her exquisite figure. "Why is your stomach so

child hadn't miscarried, they could have been toddling around by now." Mrs. Ziegler grew angrier the more she thought about it. She reached out and slapped Phoebe hard on the back.

from her mother's slap. She steadied herself

retortedsaid, "Child!, child! You keep going on about wanting a child every day. If you like children so much, go find a life

to have a child for whose sake? The Reynolds family was willing to marry you because you were carrying their eldest grandson. But what did you do? The six- month-old fetus vanished into thin air. Theodore didn't divorce you,

red. It was one thing for other people to say these things, but her own mother?

breath, she suppressed the sourness desperately welling up inside her. "Yes, I should be

that something was off with Phoebe's emotions, Mrs. Ziegler observed her expression. "Phoebe,

with Theodore was like hitting an egg with a stone.