“I’m sorry. You can hit me or yell at me. Just don’t cry,” Luther pleaded as he pulled Callista into his arms.
“I was spouting nonsense. I deserve whatever punishment you give me.”
Callista couldn’t free herself from his embrace, and her tears continued to fall. But deep down, she knew the truth.
Luther hadn’t simply misspoken; he was trying to shift all the blame onto her, to justify his infidelity as something inevitable.
Luther grew increasingly remorseful as he said, “I’ll make everything clear to my mom. You can consider unblocking her once she learns to respect you, okay?”
Tears streamed down Callista’s face, but she smiled bitterly. Little did he know, there was no future for them anymore.
For the next two days, Luther stayed home to keep her company. Even though Callista barely acknowledged him, he busied himself with cooking all her favorite dishes.
Meanwhile, Wren’s social media was filled with updates.
Baby supplies Luther ordered for Wren had arrived. He had booked a top-tier postpartum care center for her.
There were even specially prepared meals for expectant mothers, delivered personally by Luther. And he had left a “like” under every post.
