With a “rip,” the delicate silk fabric was torn apart.

The cold air seeped into her pores, causing Phoebe to shiver. She couldn’t even cry anymore. Her eyes were covered, and she couldn’t see anything, but she knew exactly what Theodore wanted to do just by using her toes. That bastard!

She was already crying because of him, yet he still wouldn’t let her go?!

Phoebe struggled hard, but her strength was no match for Theodore’s.

In just a few moments, she was completely subdued by him.

Phoebe cried even harder, but she refused to submit. She struggled to free her hands and then slapped him across the face.

With a “slap,” the room fell into silence.

Phoebe’s palm was burning with pain as she looked at Theodore in disbelief.

He had slightly turned his head, and a pink mark quickly appeared on his pale face.

His jaw was clenched tightly, as if he were holding back a surge of anger.

Next, he grabbed the hand that had hit him and pressed it hard against the pillow.

He stared at her with cold, angry eyes. His red eyes made him look like a demon that had crawled out of hell.

“You dare hit me?!”

Phoebe was so scared that her whole body was shaking. She didn’t mean to do it but faced with his fierce gaze, she stubbornly refused to back down.

“I hit you, yes!”

Theodore stared at her for a long time, causing Phoebe to feel several chills down her spine. A wicked smile spread across his lips, “Phoebe, I don’t hit women. You can pay me back for that slap in another way.” Phoebe’s eyes widened in realization of what he intended to do.

She tried desperately to escape, but he pulled her back and roughly threw her onto the bed.

Her head hit the bedpost, and everything went black.

Phoebe didn’t know how long she had been asleep. When she woke up in a daze, her throat was burning as if she was sick. It took her a long time to open her eyes.

A gentle voice was calling her.

“Phoebe, you’re awake. Do you want to eat something? I asked Lucy to make some soup for you.”

Phoebe took a while to open her eyes and saw a worried Mrs. Reynolds.

She managed to squeeze out a smile, “Mom, what happened to me?”

As soon as she spoke, her voice was hoarse, rough, and unpleasant. She realized she might be sick.

Mrs. Reynolds looked at the shocking love bite on her neck and inwardly cursed her eldest son. She held Phoebe’s hand and said, “You had a high fever in the middle of the night, but it’s gone now.” Phoebe closed her eyes. No wonder her eyes were sore, her throat hurt, and she felt uncomfortable all over.

She swallowed and said, “Mom, I want to drink water.”

“Alright, I’ll get it for you. You lie down and don’t get up.” Mrs. Reynolds quickly got up to get a cup of warm water with honey.

Phoebe was already sitting up and leaning against the head of the bed. She looked pale and haggard, and her lips were swollen. Anyone could see what had happened.

Mrs. Reynolds handed her the cup of water, “Drink this; I added some honey.”

The honey water was sweet. The water flowed over her sore throat, causing her to grimace in pain. She forced herself to take a few sips, then didn’t want to drink anymore. “Do you want to drink more?”

Phoebe shook her head and leaned back on the pillow. The events of the previous night flashed before her eyes, and her eyes immediately reddened. Theodore really wanted to kill her…

Upon seeing her pitiful state, Mrs. Reynolds realized she couldn’t defend her son. She said, “Phoebe, Theodore was out of line this time; you…” “Mom, I want a divorce.” Phoebe interrupted her softly, but her tone was firm.

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