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.

wounds to make him hurt,

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

if reading his mind, Theodore cut him

tightened. He could see that both Theodore and Phoebe

because they both knew exactly

your mess, and no matter how tough it gets, you gotta deal with it. But trust me, Phoebe's got no mental issues; she's tougher than most."

PTSD than accept that she was perfectly sane

make him let go sooner.

you were

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

think about coming

and comfort her

quench his thirst. He knew it was toxic, but

"I shouldn't have

finishing his cigarette. When he turned around, he saw Phoebe staring

by accident. They locked eyes for what felt like

the cigarette and walked into the villa,

fresh scent of tobacco mixed with mint hit her nose, and

at her, "Phoebe, have you had enough? If not, I'll stay with you. I'll do anything to make you feel better."

expose her. Phoebe coldly said, "You're tired of playing along

"It's not like

Let's just let each other go." Theodore stared at her cold, mocking profile, the intense

let's stop torturing each