“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.
“The prawns today look good. Let me peel some for you.”
Luther barely ate throughout the meal as he was constantly tending to Callista and ensuring her plate was never empty.
“Luther is so good to his wife. I’m honestly jealous of Callista,” Wren suddenly remarked. “I love prawns too. Luther, could you peel some for me as well?”
Wren slid her plate toward him, but Luther acted as if he didn’t see it.
“If you want prawns, peel them yourself. I only peel them for my wife,” he replied.
Callista took a sip of the warm water while suppressing the urge to retch. “Give them to her. I don’t want any.”
Luther froze for a moment, then playfully pouted like a child.
“Fine, I’ll eat them myself. Cally, how could you give away the prawns I peeled for you?”
Callista’s eyes glinted with sarcasm. They’d already slept together, yet they still pretended otherwise.
Jane set her utensils down with a dark expression. “Callista, wasn’t this your sixth IVF failure? Since Wren is here, why don’t you get some tips from her?”
“Mrs. Spencer, I don’t really have much experience myself,” Wren replied. She blushed as she shook her head.
“My boyfriend and I conceived on the first try. It just happened to be my birthday, so maybe being in a good mood helped.”
“Well, my daughter-in-law here is ten years older than you. She’s not really comparable to you,” Jane said with a mocking tone.
“I’m planning to let Wren move into the house so I can take better care of her. Plus, maybe her luck will rub off, and I’ll have a house full of grandchildren soon.”
The moment she finished speaking, Luther cut her off firmly. “I don’t agree.”
Jane’s gaze turned even colder as she looked at Callista. “Why not? Just because someone here can’t conceive, they just can’t bear to see others succeed either?”
“Are you done?” Luther’s voice was icy.
“Mom, if you’re determined to make me stop coming here altogether, then by all means, keep going.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to cause trouble.” Wren stood up with teary eyes and hurried away.
Luther instinctively took a step forward as if to chase her but stopped himself, realizing how inappropriate it would be.
“I’m done,” Callista said coldly as she watched the drama unfold. She stood and left without hesitation.
The moment she walked out of the Spencer residence’s gates, a notification appeared on her phone—a verification message from Wren.
“March 5th is my birthday. That was our first time. He didn’t let me leave the bed all day.”
That day, Callista had suffered her fifth IVF failure. She hadn’t eaten or drunk anything and had locked herself in her room for an entire day and night.
When she finally gathered the strength to open the door, she’d found Luther disheveled while sitting outside her room. She had even pitied him and comforted him.
As it turned out, Luther had just rushed home from Wren’s bed.
How ridiculous. How tragic.
She endured endless injections without complaint for five years. Yet now, the pain in her chest was unbearable, making it hard to breathe.
“Why are you crying, honey?”
Luther had followed her out. Seeing that her face was streaked with tears, he panicked and instinctively glanced at her phone.
