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.

he gestured with his hand and cruelly said, "He was so small, not even as big as my fist, lying in a cold tray, lifeless. But the day before, he kicked my hand through your belly, playing

his words felt like torture, cutting into

it?" Theodore's expression was particularly cruel. "Oh, I forgot to tell you, he looked a lot

words were like being hit. Her final straw broke, and she cried out in a hoarse

slightest bit. He took two steps back, releasing the anger that had built up inside him for over two years. It

a few clothes into it, and carrying the suitcase out. Passing by

at her clothes, her heart pained and uncomfortable. She even wished she could

in her heart. She hated herself. If she

verge of breaking down. His thin

to step outside. In the living room, her phone kept vibrating

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