Forbidden Passion

Chapter 59 The Last Straw

Phoebe looked into his eyes, the overflowing hatred almost devouring her. Their marriage was not formed out of love, but rather, they were trapped in this abyss because of hatred. "I haven't done anything wrong to you," Phoebe said.

Theodore sneered, "Fine, then tell me, why did the child miscarry after you two slept under the same quilt and chatted all night?"

"I..." Phoebe couldn't find the words to say.

Theodore suddenly let go of her; he took a step back, his hatred intensifying. Almost vengefully, he said, "When the doctor showed me the six-month-old fetus, do you know how I felt?"

Tears suddenly fell from Phoebe's eyes, unexpectedly and uncontrollably. She bit her lip tightly, afraid to cry out, her heart twisted into a knot.

satisfied with just hurting her; he gestured with his hand and cruelly said, "He was so small, not even as big as my fist, lying in a cold tray,

sobbed, his words felt like torture, cutting

was particularly cruel. "Oh, I forgot to tell you, he looked a lot like

a thud, tears falling like broken pearls. Theodore's words were like being hit. Her final straw broke, and she cried out in a hoarse

her collapse into a fit of crying. He didn't feel any satisfaction in his heart, not even the slightest bit. He took two steps back, releasing

a few clothes into it, and carrying the suitcase out. Passing by Phoebe, he paused for a moment. Yet, he said nothing more

clutched at her clothes, her heart pained and uncomfortable. She even wished she could just die like this. Theodore said the child resembled

as if by doing so, she could relieve the pain and despair in her heart. She hated herself. If she hadn't attended

cries on the verge of breaking down. His thin lips formed

the passing time. She was immersed in her own world, unwilling to step outside. In the living room, her phone kept vibrating until it ran

away in this little corner of the world, licking her wounds alone, completely unaware of the people outside who were going