Forbidden Passion

Chapter 614 That Person Looked a Bit Like Theodore

The car rolled to a stop outside Golden Apartment. Dawn was just breaking in Kedora, painting the sky a fiery red and lighting up the whole place.

Phoebe cracked her eyes open and mumbled to Edward, "Thanks for the ride. I'm heading up."

Just as she was about to step out, Edward grabbed her wrist, his eyes glued to her face. "Phoebe, can I see you again?"

Edward's eyes were full of hurt. "Don't shut me out. I just wanna be there for you, that's all. No pressure."

Phoebe sighed, "I'm beat. I'm going up."

Edward bit his lip. After a beat, he let go of her wrist and said softly, "Go rest. Don't stress. It'll all blow over."

"Okay." Phoebe pushed the door open, got out, and walked into the apartment complex without looking back. Once she was out of Edward's sight, she leaned against a tree and started to retch. Her hand clenched into a fist, the room card digging into her skin, blood dripping from the edge.

Tears welled up in Phoebe's eyes.

She slowly opened her palm and stared at the blood-stained room card. It read 1888. How did she mistake it for 8888?

"Phoebe," Evelyn's voice came from behind. Phoebe's body stiffened. She quickly clenched her hand, hiding the room card, and turned to face Evelyn.

Evelyn was carrying breakfast and hurried over. "Why are you just getting back? Where were you last night? I couldn't reach you."

As she got closer, Evelyn caught a whiff of alcohol on Phoebe. She waved her hand in front of her nose, looking at Phoebe with disdain. "Why were you drinking? Didn't you say you had a business dinner?" Phoebe's throat was dry, and she struggled to speak. "Business dinners always mean drinking. You know that."

what the doctor said? No late nights, no drinking. Did you even listen?" Evelyn

blood-stained room card into the trash. "I need to work. If I don't, how will

"Who told you to divorce

didn't say it was tough," Phoebe replied

the building and waited for the elevator. Evelyn glanced at Phoebe and noticed a fresh bite mark on her

"Phoebe, what happened to

to cover her neck, looking awkward.

with teeth marks? Seriously?" Evelyn

temples, knowing she couldn't fool Evelyn. Not wanting her to know she was assaulted, she pretended to be indifferent. "I'm a normal woman with needs.

elevator doors opened, and

fuming. "Phoebe, have you lost your damn mind? Do you know how filthy

rant. She

found the escort and what his name was, insisting they drag

out Evelyn's loud knocking.

body were brutal, clear signs of severe abuse. She closed her eyes, trying to block

forget, the more the details clawed their way back into

8888 was supposed to be the presidential suite of that hotel. Guests on the top floor were either loaded or important, definitely not someone she could mess

rubbed her aching temples, feeling totally frustrated. She tried to

had a

out, and she shook her head hard to

thinking everyone she met was like Theodore? Was she losing it from all the

on the bed and picked up her phone, opening the delivery app to order some birth control pills. Her finger

her pillow, staring blankly at