For two long months, they had been locked in a silent standoff, a cold war of unspoken tension. During this time, Phoebe had been constantly on the move with Theodore, traversing the length and breadth of the country, and he had hardly

seen her.

Then, that incident happened.

That day, he had a premonition, always feeling that something bad was going to happen.

He called Phoebe, but no one answered. Then when he tried again, her phone was switched off. He called Theodore, and Theodore didn’t answer either. He had a feeling that something had gone wrong. Half a month later, Phoebe asked to meet him and broke up with him.

“Bang! Bang! Bang!”

The sound of knocking on the door brought Edward back to reality. He looked up at the door, the knocking sound becoming more and more piercing, revealing the person outside’s irritable mood. Edward stood up and walked toward the door.

In just a few short steps, the knocking had turned into kicking. If it weren’t for them trying to maintain their last bit of dignity, the person outside would probably be roaring by now.

Edward opened the door before it was kicked in.

Theodore stood outside the door, like a provoked lion. He lunged forward and punched Edward.

Edward was prepared when he opened the door. He raised his hand to block but was still staggered back a few steps by the punch. He saw Theodore storm in.

“Edward, what do you think you’re doing? You brought my wife to a hotel?” Theodore spat out.

Edward straightened his tie, a provocative glint in his eyes as he retorted, “Why? To do exactly what you did to my girlfriend. Is that so hard to comprehend?”

Theodore’s fist clenched with a creaking sound, his body exuding a violent and irritable aura. His cold eyes swept over the presidential suite and headed straight for the bedroom. Edward stepped forward to block his path.

Theodore stood against the light, the shadows making his handsome face look particularly grim, “Move!”

Edward sneered, “Theodore, my biggest mistake was giving her to you and thinking you would make her happy. Now that Vanessa is back and since you two still have feelings for each other, you should let go of Phoebe.” “Give her to me?” Theodore’s lip curled into a mocking smile, “I earned her by my own merit; do I need you to give her to me?”

Edward was stung by these words, and his face darkened, “What do you mean?”

Theodore stepped forward, whispering in his ear like a demon, “Edward, do you think we really lost control that night because of the alcohol?” Edward’s eyes turned red.

Theodore seemed to enjoy provoking him, so he continued, “No. I knew it was her all along. That incident happened all because I wanted her.” “Beast!”

Edward swung his fist at Theodore in anger, “I’ll kill you, you bastard! How could you tear us apart?!”

Theodore’s eyes turned cold. He easily held Edward’s fist, and with little effort, threw him to the ground, sneering, “Tear you apart?”

“No. All I did was give your crumbling relationship a final push; weren’t you about to break up anyway?”

Edward was pinned to the ground, his rage uncontrollably bursting out. His eyes were so red that they seemed to bleed at any moment. “Theodore, I swear I’ll kill you!”

Edward roared and fought back.

The two continued to tussle on the carpet.

“Have you guys had enough?!”

A weak voice came, Theodore’s hand was still choking Edward’s neck, and his fist stopped mid-air.

He looked up to see Phoebe standing at the door, her clothes neatly arranged, and her gaze devoid of any warmth. Her eyes were fixed on him, cold and unfeeling.