Chapter 5 Evelyn drifted in and out of consciousness as they brought her back to the estate . Her body was wrecked - hypothermia from the ice - water , emotional trauma from what she'd witnessed . The grief was too deep this time . She collapsed . And never truly got back up . The days passed in a fog . Only the housekeeper looked after her now . Callum ? He was too busy . Busy flying across the globe with Estelle - the woman who claimed to have lost more than a decade of her life and wanted every moment of it returned . And Callum , of course , had said yes without hesitation . Photos of them vacationing hand - in - hand by the Seine , pressed cheek - to - cheek at the Louvre , wrapped in each other's arms inside Antarctica's crystal blue caves … dominated entertainment headlines . America's golden heir and his resurrected first love . Evelyn stared at those photos until the ache inside her heart became numb . She peeled herself away from every memory of him , piece by painful piece . A week later , they returned . Callum's first words to her ? " Estelle says her biggest regret is never getting to marry me . I want to give her that . " He wasn't asking . He was informing . Evelyn stared at the man who once whispered love into her hair as she cried herself to sleep . The man who once shut down an island just to make her smile . Who once told her she was the reason he still believed in love . Now he was just … a stranger . She wanted to ask : " Do you love her ? " But the answer already echoed in her mind- Of course he does . He always has . She almost asked another question : " Did you ever love me ? " But just then , Estelle opened the door and called his name softly . And Callum turned toward her without hesitation , eyes filled with tenderness that Evelyn hadn't seen in a long , long time . Evelyn inhaled deeply . Then smiled . A faint , brittle smile that crumbled as it formed . " Congratulations , " she said . " I hope you two are happy . He didn't catch the second half of what she'd murmured under her breath . " What did you say ? " he asked . " Nothing , " she replied sweetly . " Just … good luck with the wedding . " His hand paused on the doorframe . He looked back , as if wanting to say something more . But then Estelle's voice floated in from the hallway . He let go . And left . The following days passed in a blur of wedding preparations . Photoshoots . Dress fittings . Venue scouting . Guest lists . Callum was there for all of it - attentive , devoted . Even more meticulous than he had been for his wedding to Evelyn . Then , just days before the ceremony , Estelle made a special request . " Evie , " she said with a bright smile , " I don't have a flower girl . I was hoping Lily - your sister - could be mine . " Evelyn's body went stiff . " Estelle , there are hundreds of kids you could ask . Why Lily ? What are you really after ? The answer is no . " Estelle's eyes instantly welled with tears , her voice soft and trembling as she turned to Callum . " Callum … I just … I don't want a stranger handing us the rings . Lily is your little sister . I'd feel more comfortable with her . That's all . I swear I didn't mean anything by it - Evie misunderstood me … " Callum chuckled , pinching the tip of her nose with affection . " You little troublemaker … Fine , whatever you want . Happy now ? " Then , his gaze shifted - cold and sharp as a blade - as it landed on Evelyn . She didn't protest . She knew it was useless . Her fingers curled into fists , nails digging into flesh . Because now, her plan to escape was ruined . She couldn't leave Lily behind . Not now . So that night , Evelyn dialed that number again .