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."

you knew this was gonna happen, why'd you act like that back

took another swig from the bottle, the booze

Theodore looked like a kid who'd lost his favorite

to record this and show it

didn't like you, would she have stuck around all these years? Anyone with eyes can see she

suddenly glared at him. "What do you

you. Didn't you notice at all?" Patrick seemed shocked.

disbelief, panicking. "I didn't know.

still loved Edward, which was why her eyes always looked so sad when she saw

would've asked for

blinded by jealousy and hate, never considering that Phoebe might actually like him. He'd been a fool. Why had he never noticed Phoebe's feelings for him? "But Phoebe said she

of excuses could make up for the hurt Phoebe

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

Regret won't fix

As the wounds on her back started to heal, the pain and itching became a

a divorce, he had

always caught a faint whiff of mint when she slept. When she woke up,

bring up the divorce again and didn't dare to see

made up her mind. Once she felt better, she'd get

divorce agreement between them. She had married Theodore with

of bed slowly, holding onto the edge. She walked into the bathroom, where

took off her top. The mirror showed the crisscrossing whip marks on her back, like ugly centipedes,

sound of something breaking in the room. Both their hearts

Phoebe wasn't on the bed. The bathroom door was half-open, and he had a

looked at him