Forbidden Passion

Chapter 603 Was He Crying?

Riley brought the soup over and handed it to Phoebe, saying, "Hey, Phoebe, drink this. Your voice sounds like it's been through a blender." Phoebe stared at the bowl, watching the soup ripple, her face giving away nothing.

Waking up every night screaming like a banshee would mess up anyone's voice. It was a miracle that Theodore managed to hold off calling a shrink to see her until now.

Earlier, Phoebe had spilled the beans about her kidnapping to Yandel just to mess with Theodore. Since Theodore wouldn't divorce her, she wanted to see how long he could take it.

Riley had seen Phoebe eat, drink, and sleep fine during the day, only to freak out at night, which was clearly wearing Theodore down.

Riley felt bad for Theodore but couldn't say anything to Phoebe.

Phoebe was sick, and she was stuck in her own misery.

"Drink up. Seriously, I almost thought you were an opera singer. You're tiny, but you got some serious lung power," Riley joked.

Phoebe acted like she didn't hear, taking the bowl and sipping the soup slowly, her eyes locked on Theodore and Yandel in the hallway.

Theodore had a cigarette, flicking off the ash. The past few days had left him looking like a wreck.

Yandel stood next to him, "Dude, you're a mess; you know that?"

Theodore blew out a long stream of smoke, sounding beat, "She's worse off than me. Every night when she screams in my arms, I just wanna end it all." Yandel stayed quiet.

"You heard her earlier. Bishop messed her up bad. She said she was in pain, but I still chose to save Vanessa first. I let her down. I gave her trauma. I made her lose faith in me," Theodore admitted, his voice heavy with regret. Yandel didn't know how to comfort him. Didn't Theodore get that Phoebe had been playing him all along? When Phoebe talked about her torture, she didn't show fear but a twisted sense of satisfaction and revenge.

getting back at Theodore. She was showing her wounds to make him hurt, to make him hurt

just heartache but guilt and self-blame. The one really stuck in that nightmare was him, not Phoebe. "Theodore, have you ever

his mind, Theodore cut

could see that both Theodore and Phoebe

a shrink because they both knew exactly what

"You're choosing this, so I can't say much. This is your mess, and no matter how tough it gets, you gotta deal with it. But trust me, Phoebe's

PTSD than accept that she was perfectly sane and just pretending to be crazy

torturing him, maybe to make him let go sooner. But he was in pain, and

annoying as you were in school,"

bit better. "If you wanna keep indulging her, go ahead. If it gets too much,

think about coming

let him hold her and comfort her again. No one knew that holding Phoebe every night was his only slice

like drinking poison to quench his thirst. He knew it was toxic, but he couldn't

muttered, "I shouldn't have

Yandel left, Theodore stood in the hallway, finishing his cigarette. When he turned around, he saw Phoebe staring blankly at

eyes for what felt

walked into the villa, kneeling on one knee

fresh scent of tobacco mixed with

hand, looking up at her, "Phoebe, have you had enough? If not, I'll stay with you. I'll

brought Yandel over to expose her. Phoebe coldly said, "You're tired

"It's not

outside the window, "Mr. Reynolds, you see. Your affection for me only lasted a few days. What's the point? Let's just let each other go." Theodore stared at her cold, mocking profile, the intense pain almost numbing his heart. He lowered his head, resting

stop torturing