Callista was captured in the corner of the photo. She was standing alone as she witnessed everything unfold.
That image shattered the last shred of hope Luther had held onto. She had seen it all with her own eyes. How could he possibly explain it away now?
The lie he thought was flawless was laid bare. His claim that he had no feelings for Wren, that he only chose her because she reminded him of Callista–everything unraveled.
Every sign he had ignored in recent days suddenly became painfully clear.
Had Callista discovered the truth the day she returned to the Spencer residence for dinner? Or had she known even earlier?
And during all these days since, how much had she suffered?
He had sworn to love her forever and vowed never to let her feel sadness.
When did it all begin to change?
Luther’s eyes turned red, and his vision blurred with tears. He thought back to their first child–the one lost at seven months, leading to an induced labor.
He knew the cause. It was the so–called “herbal tonic” Jane had brought over. Callista hadn’t wanted to drink it, but he had coaxed her into it, thinking it might improve Jane’s opinion of her.
When they lost the baby, Callista was devastated beyond words. Yet he hadn’t even had the courage to admit his mistake, as he was terrified that Callista would blame him for it.
Over the next four years, Callista underwent six rounds of IVF. Every failure deepened his guilt and suffocated him further.
The constant smell of medication in their home became unbearable, and under Jane’s relentless persuasion, a shameful thought crept into his mind.
Everything would turn out fine if they just had a child.
So, when Jane introduced Wren to him, he inexplicably accepted.
