Theodore angrily kicked a nearby pile of junk, causing it scattering. He turned and stared at Phoebe’s figure, his heart burning with a searing rage.

“Damn it!”

Without caring about his anger, he took off after her. Just as he reached the outside, he saw a black Maybach speeding away from the roadside.

The speed was astonishing, like a bullet tearing through the quiet night.

Theodore’s heart skipped as he ran to the roadside, but by the time he got there, the black Maybach had already disappeared at the intersection.

He roared into the night sky, “Phoebe!”

Phoebe’s eyes were filled with tears. Her heart ached so much that she could hardly breathe. Theodore slapped on her face, but the pain was in her heart. He had completely shattered her hopes.

She had overestimated herself.

Theodore had been treating her kindly recently, and she had foolishly thought he had fallen in love with her. Only now did she realize how ridiculous she had been.

Cindy was about to go to sleep with a facial mask on when the doorbell rang intensely. She thought Patrick had returned and quickly went to open the door.

“I’m coming. Did you forget something again? Phoebe, it’s you?”

Cindy was shocked to see Phoebe standing at the door. Her eyes widened in surprise, and then she noticed the swelling on one side of Phoebe’s face, with clear finger marks. She quickly pulled her inside.

“Phoebe, what happened? Who slapped you?”

Phoebe threw herself into Cindy’s arms, tears streaming down her face. “Cindy, I want to divorce.”

Cindy hugged her while closing the door. “What happened, Phoebe? Don’t cry; tell me what happened.”

Phoebe shook her head, and Cindy helped her to sit down on the sofa. She covered her face and sobbed uncontrollably.

Cindy was anxious, seeing Phoebe so heartbroken; she could already guess it had something to do with Theodore.

‘Could those fingerprints on her face be from Theodore?

‘That jerk!’

Cindy stood up angrily. “Phoebe, I’m going to kill that bastard Theodore. How dare he treat you like this?”

Seeing Cindy rush to the kitchen, Phoebe was so scared that stopped crying. She grabbed Cindy around the waist and said, “Cindy, don’t go.”

Hearing Phoebe’s sobs, Cindy’s heart broke. She turned around and hugged her. “Okay, I won’t go. Don’t cry.”

Phoebe wiped her tears. Cindy’s reaction had indeed halted her tears, as she feared she might actually confront Theodore with a knife.

Cindy poured her a glass of warm water and sat her down on the sofa. The finger marks on Phoebe’s face were even more shocking now.

“How could he hit you so hard? It’s like he’s hitting an enemy,” Cindy said angrily.

She knew Phoebe’s marriage was unhappy. Even though she had married the most prestigious man in Kedora, Phoebe seemed sadder than before.

“Cindy, I’ve come to realize that some things are futile, even if you plead or try to force them.” Phoebe held the water cup, tears welling up again.

Cindy sighed. “It’s not that you forced it. You and Edward were so in love back then. If it weren’t for that bastard Theodore forcing you while drunk, you would never have married him.”

Originally, they were like two parallel lines that would never intersect. It was Theodore who had intruded on her relationship with Edward. Why did he get to play the victim and torment Phoebe all these years?

Phoebe closed her eyes as tears rolled down her cheeks. “There’s no point in talking about this now, Cindy. Can I stay at your place tonight?”

“Of course, Phoebe. You can stay as long as you want.” Cindy looked at the injury on her face, feeling heartbroken. “I’ll use ice to reduce the swelling. How could he hit such a beautiful face?”

‘That bastard Theodore, he actually has the heart to hurt you.’ She brooded.