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.

his hand and cruelly said, "He was so small, not even as big as my fist, lying in a cold

felt like torture, cutting

Theodore's expression was particularly cruel. "Oh, I forgot to tell you, he

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

his gaze, watching 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

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

blocking her heart, making it hard for her to breathe. She clutched at her clothes, her heart pained and uncomfortable. She even wished she

in agony, as if by doing so, she could relieve the pain and despair in her

agonized cries on the verge of breaking down. His thin lips formed a straight line, then he opened the

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

wounds alone, completely unaware of the people outside who were going crazy looking