Chapter 15
Mason let out a long sigh, his voice suddenly serious. “Prepare yourself. Here’s what I found.”
Callum frowned and nodded.
“After came back, Estelle had her sights set on you. She faked a bunch of medical records for some bullshit depression diagnosis to win your sympathy. And to get closer to you, she staged a breakdown and rammed a car–your mother–in–law’s car, actually.”
Mason’s tone dropped lower. “Based on what I found, her real target that day was Evelyn. Someone had been staking out Evelyn’s place for days, tracking her comings and goings. But it just so happened that your mother–in–law left first.”
Before Mason could finish, Callum’s fists clenched so tightly his knuckles cracked.
His jaw tensed. “What else?”
Mason hesitated, then sighed. “You probably already guessed–her so–called therapy dog? Total scam. Was never for emotional
support. It was a setup, part of a plan to frame Evelyn.”
Callum’s eyes snapped up.
His mind flashed back to the day Estelle tumbled down the stairs—right after giving Evelyn that so–called gift. Evelyn had been visibly
upset, even furious.
Callum pulled out his phone and made a call. Three minutes later, a message came through.
That cheap porcelain locket Estelle had handed Evelyn? It wasn’t just a trinket. It had belonged to Evelyn’s late mother.
Estelle had killed Evelyn’s mother in that crash–and then had the audacity to taunt her with her mother’s keepsake.
No wonder Evelyn had been enraged, desperate to snatch it back.
It had been the last thing she had left of her mother.
And what had he done?
He’d stood by and watched Estelle smash it to pieces. Worse–he’d punished Evelyn afterward for being “disobedient.”
Crack!
Callum slapped himself. Then again. And again.
Hard. Relentless. The sound echoed through the room.
He couldn’t breathe past the guilt.
He had never hated himself more.
Mason lunged forward, grabbing Callum’s wrists in panic. “Stop! What the hell are you doing?! You want to punish yourself? Go make it up to her! You’re wasting time beating yourself up here–go beg for her forgiveness!”
Callum’s hands slowly dropped. His eyes were red, but he nodded.
He showed up at Estelle’s apartment without warning.
The moment she saw him, she threw herself into his arms. “Callum, you’re finally back. I missed you so much.”
He felt nauseous.
He pushed her away instantly.
“Estelle Moore, was the fake kidnapping fun for you?”
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Extelle’s smile crumbled
Callum yankest her by the hair, making her scream.
“You’ve been playing me for how long now? Huh?! Must’ve taken some serious talent to lie so well.”
His expression was dead cold, but the rage behind it was volcante.
His eyes burned into her like knives.
Estelle dropped to her knees, trembling, “I didn’t mean tol I just didn’t want to marry that cripple, no f
Smack!
A thick tolder slammed into her face and scattered papers across the floor.
One glance, and her blood turned to ice.
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There it all was photos of her seducing wealthy men, evidence of her staged kidnapping, the forged inedical Illes. Every dirty secret laid bare
She had known Callum could find out of course he could. But she thought she could distract him with guilt and pity.
That’s why she had pretended to be suicidal. Why she had orchestrated the crash,
Alter Evelyn’s mother died, Estelle had thrown herself against the wall and begged for forgiveness on her knees, putting on a perfect
performance.
Callum had believed her.
He hadn’t held her accountable at all.
She thought she had nailed it–draw his sympathy, push Evelyn out, and slide into Title of Mrs. Rivers.
But what she hadn’t calculated was how deep Callum’s feelings ran for Evelyn.
When Evelyn disappeared, he’d lost his damn mind.
Callum grabbed her by the neck and dragged her toward the door, his face a mask of fury.
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