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.

as big as my fist, lying

his words felt like torture, cutting into

cruel. "Oh, I forgot to tell you, he

Theodore's words were like being hit. Her final straw broke,

heart, not even the slightest bit. He took two steps

the suitcase out.

chest. It felt like something was blocking her heart, making it hard for her to breathe. She clutched at her clothes, her heart pained and uncomfortable. She even wished she

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

hallway, hearing Phoebe's agonized cries on the verge of breaking down. His thin lips formed a straight

own world, unwilling to

corner of the world, licking her wounds alone, completely unaware of the people outside who were going crazy looking for