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."

was gonna happen, why'd you act like that

from the bottle, the booze

looked like a kid who'd lost his favorite toy, all sad and pitiful. "She said she doesn't like me

to look. He wanted to record this and show it to Theodore when he sobered

stuck around all these years? Anyone with eyes can see she likes

glared at him. "What

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

looked at Patrick in disbelief, panicking.

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

all these years. If she didn't like you, she would've asked for a divorce ages ago. Would she still be

actually like him. He'd been a fool. Why had he never noticed Phoebe's

couldn't keep talking. No amount of excuses could make up for the hurt Phoebe had

let go. If he did, there'd be no chance for

audible. "What's done is done. Regret won't fix it,

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

she asked Theodore for a divorce, he had

faint whiff of mint when she slept. When she woke

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

mind. Once she felt better, she'd get a lawyer to

between them. She had married Theodore with nothing and

edge. She walked into the bathroom,

showed the crisscrossing whip marks on her back, like ugly centipedes, shocking to the eye.

the room. Both their hearts sank, and they quickly pushed the

rushed into the room and saw Phoebe wasn't on the bed. The

looked at him nervously.