Theodore discerned the hidden meaning in her words, feeling as if an invisible hand was squeezing his heart tighter and tighter. He warned, “Phoebe, you know what I hate to hear.” “Theodore, if I really go all out, I won’t need you!” Phoebe declared resolutely.

Marrying Theodore was initially for the sake of their child. She didn’t bring up divorce later because of guilt, and she hadn’t mentioned it now because she hadn’t completely given up hope. But if he continued to break her heart, she was prepared to fight her way out of this marriage, even if it meant tearing off all pretenses.

Theodore’s mind went blank, his chest tight with panic. As he watched her lips move, his only remaining thought was to silence her, to stop her from uttering more infuriating words. He closed his eyes briefly, then suddenly lowered his head.

Phoebe’s lips were caught fiercely in his bite, sharp pain spreading to her scalp and exploding within her body. Her mind reacted swiftly.

She raised her hand to push him, but when she couldn’t budge him, her anger flared, her chest heaving violently.

Theodore bit her mouth as if venting his anger, the taste of blood spreading between them.

Phoebe’s eyes reddened as she glared at Theodore for several seconds before suddenly letting out a sneer, her face marked with scorn. “Theodore, are you so starved for love?” His expression was cold and stern.

Yet Phoebe fearlessly continued, “If you’re starved for love, why don’t you go to your first love? She’s right across the street, waiting for you…”

She whispered the last word into his ear, her tone cutting and vulgar.

Theodore’s pupils contracted sharply, seeing the defiant look and the mocking smile on Phoebe’s face. His blood seemed to reverse its flow, his eyes instantly reddening. His hand brutally covered her mouth, and he bit down on Phoebe’s throat.

“Phoebe, take back what you said!”

He had never known Phoebe to be so sharp-tongued. When she intended to hurt, her words could pierce a hundred holes in one’s heart, each bleeding profusely. Her rebellious spirit was ignited by him, the pent-up frustration of this period now fully aroused.

As much pain as she felt inside, she wanted him to feel the same.

“I won’t!”

Her nightgown was torn to shreds, and as Theodore covered her mouth, she was far from calm. She bit down hard on a piece of flesh in the palm of Theodore’s hand and refused to let go. Theodore winced from the bite, his manly pride fully provoked, especially after being insulted by her vulgar words, his eyes red with rage as he breathed heavily.

Phoebe collapsed to the ground, her tears drying and then wetting again. She hugged herself, burying her face in her knees, her voice hoarse from crying. “Why do you get to do this?”

Why does he get to keep another woman in his heart and still treat her so cruelly?

Theodore, with a cigarette hanging from his lips, watched the thin trail of smoke dissipate into the air. After venting his anger, he felt surprisingly more at ease.

“Do you want me to show you our marriage certificate?”

Hearing this, Phoebe let out a low laugh, the more she laughed, the more pathetic and ridiculous she found herself. He did these things not out of love but because she was legally his other half. What an irony!

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