Luther replied to Callista’s message.
“Honey, I’ll be there soon. I can’t wait to see what surprise you’ve prepared for me.”
But as the fireworks lit up the night sky, Callista’s response never came. An uneasy feeling crept into Luther’s
heart.
Just as he was about to call her, Wren stopped him by pressing her hand over his phone.
“Luther, you promised to stay with me tonight.”
“I can’t leave Callista alone there,” he said while frowning. His thoughts were consumed by her.
He wasn’t there with her, and he began wondering how worried she must’ve been. Their fifth wedding anniversary wasn’t complete unless they watched the fireworks together.
“But it’s too late even if you go now. A little delay won’t make a difference, will it?” Wren murmured while looping the silk ribbon of her nightgown around his fingers and gently pulling.
The nightgown slid to the floor.
Luther’s breathing grew heavier, though he muttered, “Don’t be ridiculous.”
Wren leaned closer. “I’m telling you that I’d reward you for staying. Don’t you want it?”
Her answer came in the form of a muffled groan from Luther.
Wren’s smile grew more seductive. Luther pulled her into his arms and began kissing her fiercely. His phone was now discarded to the side, and it rang multiple times but went unanswered.
Two hours later, Luther changed his clothes and drove to the rose garden. The fireworks had long since ended, and only a few stragglers lingered outside the garden.
He deliberately mussed his clothes at the gate to make it look like he had hurried there.
“Honey, I’m so sorry I’m late. You can punish me however you want…” he called out as he entered.
But inside, the only people present were a few staff members tidying up. Callista was nowhere to be seen.
“Where’s my wife?” he asked.
“Mr. Spencer, Mrs. Spencer never came,” one of the staff replied.
Luther’s face darkened. “What nonsense are you talking about? How could she not have come?”
“Truly, sir, Mrs. Spencer didn’t come.”
