Forbidden Passion

Chapter 599 Vanessa Came to Show off

Theodore was totally wrecked. He kissed the top of Phoebe's head and croaked, "I lied. I've never seen anyone else's body. Just yours."

"Great. Now you can check out someone else's. Bet you won't miss my busted body anymore," Phoebe shot back.

Back then, Theodore was all about her looks. Now that there was nothing left to drool over, he should just let her go, right?

Thinking about it, Phoebe felt a weird sense of relief.

She had thrown away her pride, sticking by Theodore like a lost puppy, forgiving him over and over for all the crap he put her through. She knew it was just self-destruction, but she couldn't walk away. Phoebe clung to a tiny hope, thinking Theodore might care a bit. But reality slapped her hard.

When it came down to life or death, he chose Vanessa.

Now, Phoebe didn't have to guess his feelings anymore. She was like a gambler who finally lost it all.

But she wasn't sad; she felt only relief.

Theodore shut his eyes, hiding the deep pain. This was all on him, and he deserved every bit of it.

"Phoebe, I love you. Only you. Please don't push me away, okay?" Theodore begged.

Phoebe stared at the stormy sky outside, her heart cold. "Mr. Reynolds, your love is worthless. Let me go. I have nothing you want anymore." Theodore's fingers clenched and unclenched before he barely calmed down. He couldn't let Phoebe's words mess him up and ruin everything. He couldn't let go because he couldn't stand the thought of never seeing her again.

Theodore was quiet for a few seconds before saying firmly, "No!"

She wished she had smashed Theodore's head instead

to the edge. Why wouldn't

how stubborn Theodore was. If he said

feelings, there was no point in

signaled to the nurse, who quickly cleaned

finished up and left, leaving just Theodore and

and blew on it to cool

and knocked the spoon

room went dead

mad or care about the porridge on his clothes. He put the bowl on the bedside table, washed the spoon in the bathroom, and then sat back down by the bed, scooping another

head

brown eyes were filled with suppressed pain and helplessness. His lips pressed into a straight line. "I know you're hurting. If you don't want me to feed you, can you eat by yourself?" Phoebe stayed still, sitting there like a lifeless

chin, turning her face to him.

disgust. After a beat, she snatched the bowl and spoon from Theodore and started shoveling the porridge

knew Theodore wouldn't come running back. She'd lost

wasn't about to

plan had been airtight, and Theodore had chosen her first,

why wouldn't Theodore even glance

with hope. But when

a bouquet. Seeing Vanessa's face, she quipped, "I know I'm not Theodore, and you're bummed, but ouch, showing it that clearly stings." Vanessa forced a smile. "Sorry,

you. Phoebe's filed for divorce from Theodore," Madison said, catching the gleam in Vanessa's eyes. "But, bummer, Theodore said no." Vanessa's brief joy

me. He saved you first, so he must still have a thing for you. But since then, he

had schooled her on how