A single, light remark from Callista made Luther’s eyes turn bloodshot.
“We’ve been together for so many years, and you can’t forgive me just once?”
“Fine, I forgive you,” she replied.
Luther froze, not expecting her to say that. A glimmer of hope lit up his face instantly.
“As long as you can accept me finding other men. While I’m with you, I’ll text him, like his posts, and leave comments on all his pictures.
“I’ll sneak out in the middle of the night to spend time with him.
“I might even have his child and ask you to help raise it.”
With every word she spoke, Luther’s face grew paler. Just hearing her say it made him feel like his world was collapsing
“Can you accept that?”
Luther instinctively shook his head. “Callista, I can’t… I just can’t…‘
“Exactly,” Callista said coldly. “So why should I forgive you?
“If you want my love, you have to give me the same loyalty in return. Otherwise, you don’t deserve it.”
Her icy gaze pierced through him as his choked sobs broke the silence.
“Luther, you failed as a husband, and you failed as a father. The only thing you can salvage now is to try being a good son. Otherwise, I’ll look down on you.
“We’re divorced, and I took the half I was entitled to. If you’re unhappy about it, feel free to sue me. But if you have any dignity left, don’t come looking for me again.”
With that, Callista stood and walked away. Luther’s anguished cries echoed behind her, but she never turned back.
After blocking Jane’s number, Callista finally cut all ties with the Spencer family. The once–envied “college sweetheart couple” was now forgotten and replaced by the next viral scandal.
After that, Callista bought a fully furnished home, moved in, and settled into her new life.
A month later, an unexpected guest knocked on her door. It was Jude’s sister, Harriet Jones.
Feeling uneasy, Callista invited her in and poured her a cup of tea.
“Ms. Jones, I think you might be mistaken. Jude and I haven’t spoken for over a month,” she said.
Nonetheless, Harriet let out a sigh before she said, “Could you come with me somewhere?”
Feeling somewhat stunned, Callista still nodded. Harriet led her to Jude’s villa and up to the attic, where the door had a keypad lock.
“It’s your birthday,” Harriet said softly.
Callista hesitated before keying in her birthdate. The door immediately clicked open.
Inside, the walls were covered with photos of her. Pictures from college, from her recent travels, and even candid
