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.

even as big as my fist, lying in a cold tray, lifeless. But the day

words felt like torture, cutting into her

"Oh, I

pearls. Theodore's words were like being hit. Her final straw broke, and she cried out in a hoarse voice, "I didn't mean to, I'm sorry, I'm so

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

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

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

doing so, she could relieve the pain and despair in her heart. She hated herself.

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

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

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