Luther stumbled forward and clung to the woman, wrapping his arms around her tightly.
“Don’t leave me. Please, I’m begging you…”
“Luther, how could I ever leave you?” Wren’s voice poured over him like a bucket of icy water.
“Madam Spencer said you’ve been locking yourself in this room. I was so worried about–ah!”
Before she could finish, Luther’s hands were already around her neck. His furious eyes were burning as if he wanted to tear her apart.
“How dare you show your face here! Did you tell Callista something? Is that how she found out?” he roared.
Jane burst into the room. She was desperately trying to pry Luther’s grip off Wren. “Let go! She’s carrying your child!”
However, Luther wouldn’t let go.
Panicked, Jane shouted, “Even if you kill her, will Callista come back?”
Those words drained all the strength from Luther. His grip loosened, and Wren collapsed onto the floor. She gasped for air.
“Luther, you have to believe me. I didn’t tell her anything.
“I’ve always known your heart belongs to Cally. Being able to have your child is more than enough for me. I’ve never dared to hope for anything more.” Wren sobbed.
“Give me your phone,” Luther demanded.
Wren handed over her phone without hesitation as tears streamed down her face. She didn’t look the least bit nervous. After all, she had already deleted Callista’s number and any chat records.
“I never wanted to take anything from Cally. I…”
“Get out,” Luther interrupted.
Jane couldn’t hold back anymore.
“Callista left on her own! That’s enough of this tantrum of yours. Wren is no less than her.
“Wren will stay with me for now. When you’ve calmed down, we’ll arrange a proper wedding for her. The baby can’t be born a bastard.”
“Get out of my house. Don’t dirty our home,” Luther said icily.
Infuriated, Jane grabbed Wren and stormed out.
Wren glanced back before leaving. Luther had returned to his seat. He was staring blankly at the ultrasound image and the storage box on the table.
A faint smirk curled Wren’s lips.
Five years of marriage. Two lives lost. One broken soul. Luther owed Callista a debt of blood, one she would never return to collect.
