He Spoiled Me for Three Years… Because I Look Like the Woman He Couldn’t Have Chapter 06
The officer in charge handed him a file.
“Mr. Whitaker, this is the preliminary conclusion based on the current patterns and the scene
investigation. We’ve done everything we could. I’m. sorry for your loss.”
Callum slapped the file away, sending papers
scattering across the ground.
“Keep searching! I don’t care if you find her alive or dead, but you will find her. Turn this entire
coastline inside out!”
He roared at the security detail behind him, his
eyes red.
Elowen stepped forward and reached for his arm,
fragile and trembling. “Callum, please don’t be like
this. You’re scaring me.”
Callum flung her hand away so hard that she
stumbled back several steps.
His voice was hoarse.
“Get out.”
Elowen stared at him in disbelief. “Callum? You’re
yelling at me because of that woman?”
“If it weren’t for you, she never would have fallen
into the ocean!”
His chest rose and fell violently.
“That water where you fell barely came up to your
waist.”
Elowen’s face went white in an instant.
Callum did not look at her again.
Like a man possessed, he rushed back to the
shoreline and shouted into the endless dark water.
“Sienna! Come out!”
“Stop this. Come home with me.”
“Sienna!”
Only the sound of waves striking the rocks
answered him.
After that night, Callum became a different
person.
He locked himself inside the estate in Harbor
Point and refused to see anyone.
Night after night, he stayed in the living room filled
with wood carvings, refusing to eat, drink, or sleep.
Again and again, he traced the outlines of those
carved figures, from the brows to the tips of the
hair.
“Sienna, why are your hands so cold?”
He picked up one figurine and held it to his lips,
breathing warmth over it.
“Sienna, I brought you milk. Your favorite.”
He carried over a mug of warm milk with honey
and placed it carefully in front of the carving.
The milk went from warm to cold, and he only
stared at it without moving.
Elowen was kept outside the door. No matter how
she cried or made a scene, he ignored her.
A week later, the firm’s stock price began to plummet because its CEO had vanished from public view without explanation.
The family patriarchs sent someone to bring him back and force him to take control of the company
again.
The person who came was his most trusted chief
of staff.
“Mr. Whitaker, you need to come back. If this
continues, the company…”
Callum slowly lifted his head.
There was no light left in his eyes.
In a soft voice, he asked, “Do you think she’s
angry? Is she angry because I gave her bracelet to
someone else?”
His voice was thick with grief.
“I had someone bid on a better one. Better than the pink diamond. Why won’t she come back?”
His chief of staff did not know how to answer.
“Mr. Whitaker…”
“Get out,” Callum cut him off.
His gaze returned to the carving. “Don’t wake her.”
Helpless, the man could only leave.
A few days later, Callum began to hallucinate,
losing his grip on reality entirely.
He kept thinking I had come home.
He would see me ghosting at the dining table,
smiling at him as I said, “Callum, I’m hungry.”
He rushed into the kitchen and clumsily made an entire dinner spread.
But when he carried it out, there was no one at the table.
He saw me lying in bed, frowning as I said my stomach hurt.
He rushed over, trying to rub my stomach the way he used to, only to wrap his arms around nothing but cold air.
At last, he completely broke.
His eyes fixed on the room full of wood carvings.
They had once been his proudest evidence, proof of his obsession with Elowen.
Now they only reminded him of my death.
He picked up the carving in the center and raised it high, ready to smash it.
But his hand trembled violently in the air.
No matter what he did, he could not bring it down.
