Phoebe''s heart ached.


    Seeing her silent and expressionless, Edward felt a chilling emptiness in his heart. He forced a bitter smile and said, "It''s okay, I care about you. I will always be here, waiting for you." After speaking, he took a step back, clearing a path.


    Phoebe tightly held her handbag and walked away without looking back.


    As resolute as she walked, her heart was just as pained. She shouldn''t have hurt Edward, who loved her so deeply, but she had no choice.


    Because only she could be heartless enough for him to be freed from this rtionship as soon as possible.


    Phoebe returned to the Imperial Apartment and opened the door. She saw a pair of high heels crookedly lying at the entrance. These shoes were familiar to her; Vanessa wore them tonight.


    Her heart tightened, and she didn''t even bother to change into slippers. She entered while wearing the high heels.


    The living room was empty, and she heard voicesing from the guest restroom, faintly apanied byughter. She hurriedly walked towards the restroom.


    The door to the guest restroom was wide open. Standing at the doorway, she immediately saw what was happening inside.


    Vanessa sat on a chair, her wet hair covered in foam. Theodore stood beside her, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, with foam all over his hands, shampooing her hair.


    He identally touched her ear, causing her to giggle and avoid yfully. Theodore alsoughed, his smile full of indulgence.


    Phoebe stared nkly at the two of them, a dull pain in her heart.


    Theodore was so resistant to outsiders entering his personal space, yet he brought Vanessa to their marital apartment and intimately washed her hair, as if afraid that others wouldn''t know they werepatible. "It''s so itchy..." Vanessa''s voice carried a sense of pleasure, almost soaring.


    She tucked her neck and looked back, only to see Phoebe standing at the doorway. The smile on her face froze, and she nced at Theodore.


    Theodore also noticed her. His face turned cold as ice. "Finally decided toe back?"


    Phoebe averted her gaze, not wanting to witness their intimacy. Her voice was cold. "I''ll go change, do as you please."


    After speaking, she turned and left.


    Theodore''s jaw tensed. If it weren''t for Vanessa''s presence, he would have already chased after her and asked if she had forgotten what he had previously said.


    Phoebe took a shower, removed her makeup, changed her clothes, and came out. She was hungry, her stomach aching, so she went straight out of the bedroom.


    The guest restroom was diagonally across from the bedroom. She subconsciously nced over, finding it empty now, with only the sound of a hairdryering from the living room.


    Phoebe walked over and saw Theodore blow-drying Vanessa''s hair.


    To those who didn''t know, they would think they were newlyweds, overflowing with affection.


    Phoebe felt her stomach ache even more. She turned and entered the kitchen, standing there for a while before she began cooking dinner.


    She closed the kitchen door, but it couldn''t stop the humming of the hairdryer from outside. Faintly, she could hear theughter and conversation of the two, like an oppressive sound in her ears. Phoebe.


    She turned the range hood to the maximum, the soundpletely drowning out the noise outside the kitchen, but it didn''t make her feel any better. She really wanted to rush out and drive Vanessa away. But how could she do it with what identity? Her rtionship with Theodore had never been equal from the beginning. After the miscarriage, he thought she was having an affair and had already deemed her worthless in his heart.