He Spoiled Me for Three Years… Because I Look Like the Woman He Couldn’t Have Chapter 07
The brows and eyes of the carving looked so
familiar.
That was not Elowen.
When had he started carving my face instead of
the old face Elowen had worn in his memory?
He could not remember.
A sharp pain tore through his chest, so severe that
he could barely breathe.
“Sienna…”
Holding the wooden figurine in his arms, he slowly
slid down to the floor like a man hollowed out.
Just then, his private line rang.
It was the emergency phone he had prepared
exclusively for me, and the ringtone was an old
song I had once loved.
His whole body jolted. He lunged for the phone
and swiped frantically to accept the call.
“Sienna? Is that you? Sienna!”
On the other end came a strange electronic voice,
distorted beyond recognition by a voice changer.
“Mr. Whitaker, do you want to know where your
wife is?”
“Come alone to the abandoned west–side marina
in one hour.”
Callum shot up from the floor as if surged with a
violent jolt of adrenaline.
“She’s alive? Sienna is alive?”
The person on the other end did not answer.
The call disconnected.
Callum did not have time to think. He grabbed his
car keys and rushed out.
He sped the whole way there, and only one thought hammering through his mind.
She was not dead. She was alive, punished him
with her absence because she was only angry
with him.
As long as he brought her back, everything could
still go back to the way it had been.
He would send Elowen away.
Far away.
He would put the best of the whole world at
Sienna’s feet, as long as she came back.
By the time he arrived at the marina, night had
fallen deep, and the wind off the ocean tasted of
salt and rust.
A figure stood with her back to him.
“Sienna?” he called tentatively, his voice trembling.
The figure slowly turned around.
It was not me.
It was Elowen.
Tear tracks streaked her face, making her look
fragile and pitiful, but beneath that softness hid a
trace of vicious resentment.
The light in Callum’s eyes went out in an instant,
replaced by a fury so violent it seemed to swallow,
him whole.
“You?” he said, his voice dropping into a
dangerous register. “You tricked me?”
Elowen hurried toward him.
“Callum, listen to me.”
“I just wanted to see you so badly. You shut me
out. I didn’t have any other way.”
“So you used her to lie to me?”
Callum seized her wrist with brutal force.
Elowen’s face went pale from the pain, and tears spilled down her cheeks.
“I can’t lose you. Callum, don’t forget our baby…”
At the mention of the child, his grip paused.
He released her, his voice turning ice cold.
“Whose baby is it?”
Elowen’s eyes flickered. “Yours, of course. Callum, how can you even ask me that?”
Callum let out a cold laugh.
“I had someone look into your recent call logs and
bank activity. Brock Harlan was your contact,
wasn’t he?”
All the color drained from Elowen’s face.
Callum stepped closer, forcing her back step by
step.
“You sent Brock to the yacht to trap her. You
wanted him to ruin her, so I would hate her for
good. Isn’t that right?”
“No! I didn’t!”
Elowen stumbled backward again and again. “I
just… I just didn’t want her clinging to you
anymore.”
“I loved you so much. I was so jealous I was going
insane.”
Callum looked at her as if he had heard the
greatest joke in the world.
“Loved me? You loved the title of Mrs. Whitaker.
You loved the Whitaker money.”
“Don’t think I didn’t know. You kept me on the hook
while fooling around with other men behind my
back.”
Elowen rushed to explain.
“Callum, please, let me explain…”
But he no longer bothered to listen.
He turned and left her standing alone in the dark.
The atmosphere at the firm’s annual shareholder
meeting was suffocating.
Because confidential corporate files had been leaked, and because Callum had behaved
erratically for days as CEO, the company’s stock
had collapsed, triggering a massive Wall Street
sell–off.
The shareholders were panicking.
Callum sat at the head of the table, his face gaunt,
his eyes threaded with red.
