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.

no longer

long she had been sitting there until

back in to find Theodore hugging her pillow, deeply

of her mouth

something to hold. Whether it was her, a pillow, or someone else, it didn't matter. Theodore woke up early and noticed

bedroom was empty except for him. He grabbed his phone and made a call; Phoebe answered promptly with a formal tone, "Good morning, Mr. Reynolds!" "Why didn't you

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 lashed out at the pillow beside him. This woman's

rumors swirled about Phoebe and Mr. Reynolds-her words hinted at a complexity

against

of Facebook fans. I think we've got a rising star on our hands." "Mm," Phoebe hummed thoughtfully, "head to HR and

"Sure thing."