Chapter 4
With my headphones on, Callum’s yelling rang so loud it made my ears ache.
I turned the volume down, listening to his screaming voice crackle through the line–then let out a quiet laugh.
“Callum,” I said, “have you forgotten? I was never married to your brother. I was just his girlfriend. Even if I got pregnant and
had a miscarriage, I wouldn’t feel guilty toward him. And are you really going to pretend you don’t know who the father of the
child was?”
That only made him angrier. His voice broke as he shouted, “Diana! You’re the one who is sleeping around! How the hell
would I know whose bastard you were carrying? If you come back now, I’ll forgive you on my brother’s behalf! But if you
don’t, don’t ever think about seeing me again. I’ll have my brother’s grave moved–you won’t get to see him ever again!”
The phone trembled in my hand. A dull numbness spread through my fingers.
A flood of disappointment rose up from somewhere deep inside me.
I didn’t know if Callum had truly forgotten, or if he was just pretending to.
But I never thought he’d use Sean’s resting place–his brother’s peace–to threaten me.
I went quiet. So did he, for a moment.
Then came the sound of him taking a deep breath. His voice softened, falling into that familiar rhythm.
“Diana… come back, please. I don’t care if you were with someone else. As long as you come back, none of it matters.”
I let out a short, bitter laugh.
“Callum, I just told you–I was never your brother’s wife. Who I choose to be with is none of your business. The only thing
your brother couldn’t let go of before he died… was you. I’ve looked after you for five years. I’ve seen you fall for someone
new. That’s enough. I’m going to live my own life now. Goodbye.”
