Chapter 77
Both Callisto and Caroline froze at the sudden echo of a familiar and grating voice that cut through the tension in the air. It was as if time stood sull, the atmosphere thickening with anticipation as they turned to face the source of the disruption.
Callisto med around and saw the last person he wanted to see again: the woman who had been haunting him with her presence. He was still seething over how she repeatedly claimed that Callisto’s heart belonged to no one but Amber and that he had been separated from Lorraine for a long time. The mere thought of her words twisted his gut. Callisto wished he could just block her out of his mind, deafening himself to her voice so he wouldn’t have to hear or see her again.
Amber was wearing a bright red dress, its fabric hugging her curves uncomfortably. Her face was caked in heavy makeup, and her lips painted a striking red–way too overdressed for a dinner, Callisto found himself rolling his eyes at the sight. But deep down, he knew that this was all part of Amber’s game; she had gone all out for him, hoping to win him back in the most theatrical way possible.
“You can’t just run away from your responsibilities, Callisto. No matter how you turn the world upside down, do you really think you can deny what happened between you and Amber, not to mention the result of your betrayal against Lorraine?” The corners of Caroline’s mouth twisted up as she sneered her voice dripping with sarcasm, clearly relishing this moment.
Callisto gritted his teeth, his gaze still locked on Amber, who was nearly stumbling toward him in her five–inch heels. He felt a surge of irritation at the sight of her, her desperate attempt to regain his attention only serving to fuel his anger.
Just by looking at Amber, Callisto could tell she was not his type at all. There was nothing inherently wrong with how she dressed or looked; it was just too much for him. The makeup was heavy, the dress overly flashy, and her behavior felt exaggerated. He couldn’t help but feel disgusted. He preferred women with a simpler beauty, who still exhibited elegance and dignity. Callisto remembered how his mother had always been a simple woman even in her makeup, which never obscured her natural beauty. Lorraine was the same; her makeup was never gaudy or hard on the eyes. Callisto adored Lorraine’s bare face the most because she looked so simple and elegant, like a princess from a royal family. He couldn’t help but admire her for who she was, even when people around them insisted that Amber was far more beautiful than Lorraine. For Callisto, no woman was more beautiful than Lorraine.
With those thoughts swirling in his mind, he became even more confused. What the hell had his past self been thinking to let Lorraine go, leaving her to bear their twin babies alone for so many years! How could he have done that to the woman he loved so deeply? The regret clawed at him, twisting like a knife in his gut. He had made choices that led to this moment, and yet the weight of those decisions felt heavier than ever.
Callisto felt his blood boil as Amber finally stood before him, her face etched with overwhelming joy, tears welling at the corners of her eyes. She looked like she was about to break down any second, and he could almost hear her heart racing in her chest.
But before Amber could embrace Callisto in her emotional overflow at seeing her beloved again, he quickly pushed her away, his actions driven by an instinct to protect himself from her relentless advances.
Amber lost her balance from the force of his shove, teetering in her high heels before crashing to the polished tile floor. The sound echoed painfully in the room, and Callisto felt a fleeting sense of satisfaction. Maybe this would finally drive the point home that he wanted nothing to do
with her.
Caroline gasped at the sight, scrambling to get past Callisto to help Amber back to her feet. She shot Callisto an incredulous glare, her expression a mix of disbelief and fury: “What the hell is wrong with you?!
“What?” Callisto replied with a blank expression, as if he were a robot, feeling no guilt for what he had just done. “At her age, she still doesn’t know how to keep her hands to herself?” His voice dripped with disdain, the bitter taste of contempt lingering on his tongue.
“Are you serious right now?” Amanda’s voice boomed through the room, startling Caroline. All attention shifted to her as she hurried into the mansion and rushed toward them:
Like Amber, Amanda was also overdressed for this so–called family dinner. The fabric of her dress shimmered under the lights, and her makeup was meticulously applied. Callisto didn’t even consider these people his family anymore. He had only one family that he truly regarded as his own, and they were the ones he lud nearly lost.
“Amber, are you okay, baby?” Amanda rushed to Amber’s side, brushing off her dress and checking for any signs of injury.
Amber nodded through her tears, desperately looking up at Callisto “I’m okay. I’m fine. I–I understand that Callisto, didn’t remember me, so he didn’t mean to push me like this. Her voice trembled, revealing how pitiful her situation was. Callisto could see the desperation in her eyes, the way she clung to hope like a lifeline.
Callisto slarugged. “No, it was my intention to push you. Maybe some of my memories have been erased, especially regarding you, but I’m not so stupid as to not know what I’m doing or making decisions about His face remained expressionless, but the way he looked at Amber was too cruel for her to bear. “You and I are no longer together since the accident. You are no longer my fiancée, the person you claimed to be. Do you
understand?”
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