Chapter 13
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"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.
But with Jane's support, Wren knew it was only a matter of time before she became Mrs. Spencer.
The villa fell silent again.
Luther mechanically took out his phone and typed another message to Callista, one of countless he had already sent.
"Cally, please come back and have one look at me. I can't live without you. Even if it's out of pity, please."
The lack of a response shattered his fragile composure.
"Honey, I know I was wrong. The only person I love is you.
"I don't care about having a child. I only care about you.
"Please, don't leave me. Yell at me, hit me, do whatever you want. Just don't go…"
He repeated the words over and over, until his pleas dissolved into broken sobs. But the one person he wished could hear him wasn't there to listen.
Two more days passed, and there was still no word from Callista.
Yet Wren's messages came incessantly.
"Luther, Madam Spencer is taking great care of me and the baby. Don't worry about us.
"The baby and I miss you. What do you think we should name him?
"I know you chose me because I look like Callista. Now that she's gone, you can treat me as her replacement. I don't mind."
…
Among them was a message from Jane.
"I'm hosting a dinner tonight and introducing Wren to the family. Come if you've made up your mind."
Luther's eyes filled with rage. They were bloodshot and burning. No one could replace Callista—not even a lookalike.
Carefully, he smoothed the ultrasound image and placed it back in the storage box. Then he drove to the Spencer residence.
"Luther, I knew you'd come around," Jane said with delight as she welcomed him at the door.
"Once the relatives arrive, you and Wren can entertain them together."
Luther gave her a faint smile and handed her his phone.
"Mom, I brought you a gift."
Jane looked down, and her face turned ashen with just one glance. She plunged into despair.
