Forbidden Passion

The couple seemed more intimate than before. It seems that Mrs. Reynolds did something to make their relationship lively again.

"I saw it, just now at the Digital Chill Zone, I saw Dad sneakily cheat for Mom," Phoebe said.

Lucy glanced around and, seeing no one, lowered her voice. "A few days ago, Mrs. Reynolds even asked me to secretly throw away a few torn nightgowns for her."

Embarrassment flushed Phoebe's cheeks when she heard this, and she stomped her feet in shame. "Lucy, why are you telling me this? I'm going upstairs."

Seeing her embarrassed expression, Lucy couldn't help but laugh.

In this family, Phoebe was the only one she could confide in if she had something on her mind. She knew Phoebe was tight-lipped and wouldn't blabber about what she said. She looked down at the withered roses, smiling, and went downstairs.

Phoebe returned to her bedroom, her cheeks still burning. She wondered how Theodore developed the habit of tearing clothes. It turned out, that it's genetic.

She washed her face with cold water in the bathroom before taking her tablet to the living room to deal with some documents. As she looked at the tablet, her mind wandered far away. Mrs. Reynolds, in her fifties, could make such a big change to improve her relationship with her husband. Why couldn't she?

If...

If she called Theodore right now and asked him to come back and spend time with her, would he leave Vanessa and come back? Phoebe wasn't sure, but her eyes glanced at her phone that was sitting nearby. She felt a restless urge but hesitated to pick it up. She didn't have the courage like Mrs. Reynolds.

She closed her eyes and forcefully redirected her attention back to the tablet, but she couldn't read a single word anymore. She simply turned it off, got up, and went to take a shower. She wanted to use hot water to extinguish certain thoughts, but once those thoughts arose in her mind, how could they be so easily extinguished?

Phoebe finished bathing and when she came out, she saw her phone lying on the bed. Suddenly, she mustered up the courage to pick it up, only to find that there was an unread message. She paused for a moment, then opened the message, which was sent by an unknown number.

The message contained only one photo, a blurry picture. She clicked on it to get a clearer view. In the photo, Vanessa was hugging Theodore from behind, as if they were acting in a close-knit idol drama. The impulse in her heart was instantly extinguished by cold water, and she stared blankly at the man and woman in the photo, feeling a hint of pain in her chest. She looked at the unfamiliar number and bit her lip before dialing it.

Ruby was the one who sent this message. She never expected Phoebe to call back. When she saw the caller ID on her phone, she was confused for a few seconds.

Then panic set in.

In fact, it was she who suggested that Vanessa go to the rooftop of the high school to drink, and she even suggested that Vanessa get drunk and call Theodore.

Of course, they knew that Theodore and Phoebe had gone back to the Reynolds Mansion tonight. If Theodore were to abandon Phoebe and come looking for Vanessa, they would take photos and send them to Phoebe to provoke her. Let Phoebe know that she will always be second in Theodore's heart, with Vanessa in first place.

But she didn't expect Phoebe to call. Should she answer the call or not? Not answering would obviously mean that she was scared.

Ruby gritted her teeth and answered the phone. After a brief silence, Phoebe spoke first, "Miss Fitzroy, what's the meaning of sending me this kind of photo?"

Ruby sneered. "I'm not Vanessa, I'm Ruby. Phoebe, seeing this photo, don't you have any self-awareness as a mistress? How dare you call and interrogate me? Do you have no shame?"

Being turned against like this, Phoebe couldn't help but laugh in anger. "Who is the mistress in the end? Are you shameless?"