At noon the next day, Luther took Callista to the Spencer residence for lunch.
Luther’s mother, Jane Dawson, never liked Callista. She didn’t even bother to show up on their wedding day.
After the marriage, Luther moved out with Callista, only visiting his family at the end of each month.
“Honey, whatever it is that my mom says later, don’t take it to heart. I’m always on your side. We’ll leave right after lunch,” Luther reassured Callista while holding her hand.
The moment they stepped through the door, Callista heard Jane’s laughter.
“Oh, such a sweet baby! Those tiny hands and feet just melt my heart.”
Callista turned pale, and her feet were rooted to the ground. She recognized the woman sitting next to Jane—it was the same woman from the pregnancy photo.
“This is my friend’s daughter, Wren Kirk,” Jane introduced.
“She’s pregnant, and her family’s overseas, so they asked me to take care of her. I just took her to her prenatal checkup this morning.”
Jane linked arms with Wren and approached them. She handed Luther an ultrasound photo with a meaningful glance.
“Take a good look. Doesn’t the baby resemble the parents?”
A flicker of panic crossed Luther’s face as he responded with a faint warning in his tone, “Mom, stop joking around. How would I know? This is my first time meeting Wren.”
Jane cast a glance at Callista and then pushed Wren forward. “Well then, let me properly introduce you. Wren, this Luther.”
Wren’s cheeks turned pink as she said, “Hey, Luther.”
Luther gave a slight nod, then pulled Callista closer with one arm. “And this is my wife. Callista.”
“Nice to meet you, Callista,” Wren said softly.
Callista felt utterly numb. Her hands that were hanging by her sides began to tremble uncontrollably.
So, the entire Spencer family knew about Wren. She was the only one kept in the dark.
“What’s wrong?” Luther immediately grew concerned.
“Are you feeling faint from low blood sugar?”
He quickly retrieved some candy he always carried with him, unwrapped one, and brought it to her lips.
Callista opened her mouth mechanically. Though it was candy, all she could taste was bitterness.
Luther instructed the housekeeper to start serving the meal. He was still holding her hand as they sat down.
“You barely ate breakfast. Have more for lunch,” he said gently.
Callista silently picked up her glass of water, but Luther swapped it out for a warm one.
“Your period’s coming soon. You shouldn’t drink anything cold, or your stomach will hurt again.
