Forbidden Passion

Chapter 228 Aren't Women Just Accessories to Men?

In the kitchen, Vanessa watched Theodore deftly chopping potatoes into neat, small pieces, feeling an acute twinge of discomfort in her chest.

Just the phrase "your wife" from Mrs. Reynolds' lips could dissipate all of her good spirits. She really knew how to hit her where it hurt.

"Theodore, you've got some impressive knife skills. I didn't know you could cook," she said.

Without looking up, he replied, "Picked it up during my time studying abroad, but I hardly ever use it."

"Oh," Vanessa leaned against the countertop, contemplating how, since they had made their relationship official, they seemed to be constantly drifting apart.

The year Theodore turned eighteen, he was sent off to the military for some toughening up by Brandon and then left the country for further education. Vanessa had always strived to keep pace with him, only to find him moving further and further away.

Anxiety plagued her heart. After much struggle, she secured a spot as an exchange student only to find that Theodore ended his studies abroad early and returned to the country, just missing each other once again.

It was this missed connection that triggered her meltdown, making her feel as if Theo didn't love her, as his future and his choices never seemed to take her into account.

chased after him, always failing to catch up, growing weary from the pursuit. She realized that loving someone wasn't just about giving. She needed to receive

the

turn back time, when would you go back to, and what would you change?"

hands paused their potato chopping. When

deflected without answering

his counter-question, had not really expected an answer. "Three years ago, I guess. I definitely wouldn't board

tightly together.

Did she regret it?

foreign country and received the news that he was going to marry Phoebe,

had waited every day-waited for him to come to Poland for her, to propose with a bouquet of fiery red roses, to personally promise they would never be

the crushing news of him marrying someone else. How could she not feel

"I..." she started.

to meet hers, and as Vanessa locked eyes with him, she saw her own reflection in the dark brown of his pupils. However,

her lips, transforming instead into, "I have no regrets. In these past three years, I've been true to myself. I've competed on the international stage and triumphed at

with a hint of admiration, "Vanessa, I always hope that