Forbidden Passion

Chapter 598 The Whip Marks on the Back

Phoebe's words hit Theodore like a ton of bricks. He stared at her, stunned, as if his soul had been sucked out of him.

Phoebe just stared back, all calm and cold.

Her icy stare sent shivers down Theodore's spine. He raised a shaky hand to cover her eyes, trying to block out that unfamiliar look.

"Phoebe, don't look at me like that. I can't take it," he begged.

Phoebe didn't move an inch. Nothing could touch her heart anymore.

Her heart had died that day.

Theodore looked at her blank face, feeling totally hopeless. He lost his cool and snapped, "I don't care if you don't like me anymore, or if you hate my guts. I love you, and I'm not letting you go. Divorce? Forget it." Like he was scared she'd say something to set him off, he let go of her hand and stood up. "You're still sick. Rest up. When you're better, I'm taking you home."

With that, Theodore bolted out of the hospital room like a scared rabbit.

As the door clicked shut, Phoebe stared blankly ahead, her eyes empty. After a while, tears started to well up.

She slowly reached out to touch her aching heart.

Her heart was supposed to be dead, so why did it still hurt?

When Patrick saw Theodore in the bar's private room, he could hardly believe the mess in front of him was the once high-flying Theodore.

Patrick took off his baseball cap and mask, plopped down on the black sofa, and looked at the bottles scattered all over the floor. "How much did you drink?" Theodore was sitting on the carpet, his tie all crooked, his shirt a mess. He grinned at Patrick, "You're here."

kicked a bottle. "If you knew this was gonna happen, why'd you

took another swig from the bottle, the booze eating away

who'd lost his favorite toy, all sad and pitiful. "She

to record this and show

she have stuck around all these years?

at him. "What

Patrick

Patrick in disbelief,

had always thought Phoebe still loved Edward, which was why her eyes always looked so sad when she

treated her all these years. If she didn't like you, she would've asked for a divorce ages ago. Would she still be with you now?" Patrick

Theodore realized he'd been blinded by jealousy and hate, never considering that Phoebe might actually like him. He'd been a fool. Why had he never noticed

talking. No amount of excuses could make up for the hurt Phoebe

he couldn't let go. If he did, there'd be no chance for him

done is done. Regret won't fix it, Theodore. Just do your best to make

healed fast. As the wounds on her back started to heal, the pain and

the day she asked Theodore for a divorce,

she slept. When

was scared she'd bring up the divorce again and didn't dare to

she felt better, she'd get a lawyer to

was no need for a divorce agreement between them. She

walked into the

unbuttoned her hospital gown, turned her back to the mirror, and took off her top. The mirror showed the crisscrossing whip marks on her

sound of something breaking in the room. Both their hearts sank, and they quickly pushed the door open and

Phoebe wasn't on the bed. The bathroom door

at him nervously.