Forbidden Passion

Chapter 493 She Will Only Break His Heart!

Phoebe stood there in the snow, watching Edward's car vanish around the corner. She turned and started heading towards the Golden Apartment. Before she could take more than a few steps, a chilling voice sliced through the cold air, startling her. "You're ditching the party today because of him?" Phoebe shivered and spun around to see Theodore's tall, intimidating figure stepping out from under a tree, his vibe even colder than the weather. She stared at Theodore, feeling like they were suddenly worlds apart.

Theodore walked up to her, stopping just a few feet away. His voice was soft but firm. "I asked you, are you skipping the party because of him?" Phoebe looked away, a flash of an old, yellowed newspaper crossing her mind, making her eyes sting. "Didn't you see everything?"

"Phoebe!" Theodore's voice was still laced with anger as he stared her down.

Phoebe instinctively took a step back, her thin frame stiffening, clearly showing her fear.

The pain in Theodore's eyes deepened. He tried to soften his tone a bit. "My car's outside. Let's go."

Phoebe looked up, panic in her eyes. After a few seconds of locking eyes with Theodore, she finally said, "It's Christmas. I want to spend it with my mom."

Theodore squinted, staring at her. "No, you're coming back with me today."

"Theodore Reynolds!" Phoebe suddenly called him by his full name. "We've been married for four years. I've spent every holiday with you. Can't you give me some space?"

She didn't want to face Theodore right now. She didn't want to argue before things were clear. Why couldn't he understand?

Theodore's hand, hanging by his side, stiffened. A hint of sarcasm appeared in his eyes. "The space you want is to be at the party with me, but instead, you went to meet your ex? Phoebe, I can't give you that kind of space," he retorted. "Stop accusing me." Phoebe was trembling with anger.

to Theodore about her miscarriage being caused by an allergic reaction to medication, the doubts persisted, casting a shadow over their relationship. Theodore took a step forward, grabbed the scarf around Phoebe's neck, and yanked it

and dragged her

snow, causing her to nearly fall several times. When they reached the car, Theodore yanked open the passenger door

seat and saw Theodore get in from the other side.

word, Theodore stepped on the gas, and the car shot forward

wild horse gone rogue. Phoebe was freaked out. She quickly buckled her seatbelt and clung to

down!"

around, the snow-covered, slippery road was a recipe for disaster. But

a mess, still reeling from seeing Phoebe and Edward together. The thought of Phoebe breaking her promise and being with Edward ignited a fierce rage within him. "Phoebe, you wanna die with me?" Theodore floored

fear. She looked at Theodore, who was staring straight ahead, the streetlights reflecting in his eyes, making them look

cascaded down her cheeks. "I don't wanna die, Theodore.

and force them to stop, but even then,

a storm brewing in his dark

like it was about to burst out of her chest. She

begging you, slow down," she

only intensified, pushing for more speed, more momentum. Phoebe had no idea how long this nightmare lasted. The roaring in her ears grew louder, and she thought she might die

screeched to a halt, and silence enveloped them. She could hear

cold wind felt like knives cutting into her skin. Without

was West Mountain