He didn’t care about any of it. He simply bolted through the front door.
“Honey, you finally came back,” he called out desperately.
However, there was no sign of Callista in the living room. Only the house staff and a delivery man stood waiting.
“Mr. Spencer?” The courier turned around at the sound of his voice and handed him a package.
“This is from Mrs. Spencer. Please sign here.”
“Where is she? Where did she go?” Luther demanded.
“I–I don’t know, sir.”
“10 million dollars,” Luther said while gripping the man’s arm tightly and staring into his eyes.
“Tell me, and I’ll transfer it to you right now.”
The courier shook his head helplessly. “I really don’t know where she is. This package was dropped off at the airport five days ago and scheduled for delivery today.”
Luther felt like he had been struck by a sledgehammer. Callista had planned everything. She had deliberately severed every connection, ensuring he had no way to find her.
He had made mistakes–serious ones—but how could she be so ruthless, leaving him with no hope at all?
Luther opened the package and inside was Callista’s phone. He powered it on.
Hundreds of notifications flooded the screen, making it lag for a few seconds before responding. Most of the messages were from him.
The person meant to read them hadn’t seen a single one.
Luther’s eyes turned bloodshot as one particular message froze him in place.
It was from Wren.
“I suppose leaving voluntarily shows you still have some dignity. It’ll be a much bigger joke if you get thrown out.
“Either way, you’ll have to give up the title of Mrs. Spencer to me sooner or later.”
Luther’s hands trembled as he opened Wren’s chat history. And with it, Pandora’s box.
