Forbidden Passion

Chapter 35 I will not divorce her

Phoebe lay there for a while, feeling the heat of someone behind her baking her in the midsummer night, sweat beading on her skin. She shifted the arm away, but within a second, it was back, draping over her and the weight of the body now pressing down on her. "I need to use the bathroom," she stated.

The arm remained still until she nudged again, and Theodore finally let go as he lay back, his voice heavy with alcohol, "Hurry back."

In the bathroom, Phoebe sat on the closed toilet lid, hugging her knees and staring blankly into space.

Nothing had changed.

Theodore, drunk as before, still preferred to sleep close to her.

And yet, everything felt different.

could no longer rest

how long she had been sitting there until she felt completely chilled and returned to

in to find Theodore hugging her pillow, deeply

corner of her

else, it didn't matter. Theodore woke up early and noticed something soft in his arms; it felt wrong, prompting him to open his eyes and discover he was cuddling a pillow. Tossing it

phone and made a call; Phoebe answered promptly with a formal tone, "Good morning, Mr.

Unless there's something else, I'm going to hang up," Phoebe replied, strictly business. The line went dead, suddenly and deliberately. Fire surged through Theodore's veins. With an abrupt twist, he

what had he just overheard? No wonder the rumors swirled about Phoebe and Mr. Reynolds-her words hinted

the pen cap against

soared, and we gained tens of thousands of Facebook fans. I think we've got a rising star on our

"Sure thing."