The pregnancy photo had been sent by Wren.
The rose garden? It was Wren who lured Callista there.
Callista had even known about Luther sneaking out at night to be with Wren. Even that day at the Caldwell residence–Callista had seen everything.
All the details Luther had ignored in the past few weeks came flooding back, and they were vividly clear.
Just before Callista blocked Jane’s number, Jane had mocked her for being barren.
And what had he done? He’d assumed Callista wouldn’t hear about it, so he chose to let it slide. Right after, he’d even scolded Callista for blocking Jane.
Luther clutched his chest as the pain tore through him, making it hard to breathe.
Every incident, and every moment that he inflicted upon her… If he had been in her place, he would have gone mad long ago.
He couldn’t even imagine how Callista had endured those days–especially while carrying his child.
What had he done to her? Every wound, and every humiliation Callista endured, had come from him.
The ringing of his phone broke the silence. It was Wren.
Luther’s eyes immediately burned with rage. Where did she get the audacity to call Callista now?
“Luther clearly doesn’t want you anymore. How can you still have the nerve to come back?
“First, you lost one baby to an induced labor, then you miscarried the second. Both your children died because of him, yet you still come crawling back. Aren’t you just pathetic?
“Are you waiting to die for him before you finally realize he doesn’t love you anymore?
“Actually, you’re probably incapable of having another child anyway. Took you four years to conceive one, and now that’s gone too. What are you planning to do? Come back and be a nanny for my baby?”
Every word from Wren was a dagger. Her words were targeted at Callista’s deepest wounds.
Luther’s breathing grew heavier. If Callista had been the one listening to this, how devastated would she have been?
“What? Got nothing to say?” Wren waited a moment, then laughed mockingly.
“Finally learning to have some dignity, are you? Don’t worry, I can be generous. III let my son call you ‘Mom,‘ too. That should make up for your regrets about not being able to have children.”
