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.

turned a bloody red, his fierce gaze making his face particularly terrifying. In the darkness, he resembled a vengeful ghost in the depths of hell. "Phoebe, remember this,

but since he had used her, she was his, and he wouldn't allow her to have any interactions with her old lover.

Phoebe tightly bit her lip, afraid to make a sound,

the fragile seedling like a

the corner, wrapped in a smoke-gray

always showed his consideration at the most inappropriate times, which

the darkness, she saw Mrs.

closer, Mrs. Ziegler noticed

Mrs. Ziegler immediately understood what had

"Theodore really cares about you. He can't even hold himself back from attending a banquet.

Phoebe was physically and mentally exhausted. Her mother's thinking process was always peculiar, so she didn't expect her to notice Theodore's violence towards

was long enough to barely cover her exquisite figure. "Why is your stomach so fragile?" Phoebe

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. "It's all your fault. You can't even keep a

and she almost fell to the ground from her mother's slap. She steadied

on about wanting

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

red. It was one thing for other people to say these things, but her own mother? It wasn't like she wanted to climb onto

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

Phoebe's emotions, Mrs. Ziegler observed her expression.

with Theodore was like hitting an egg with a