Chapter 5:- Who are you?

LUCAS pov.

As I did that, she winced. She was confused by my behavior, but I didn't care and she spoke nonchalantly, “Is this issue more than just having a Baby?”

When she said, “Just a Baby?,” I looked surprised. “You say it's just a baby?” After I asked, she came to the bed and sat next to me. 

“Why are you planning to break your word? Haven't we discussed this before?” She questioned while massaging my cheeks. I removed her hands from my cheeks, as I instantly felt furious. 

“We've really discussed it, but if you'll excuse me, and please, Celine? Let's just have a Baby and then you can do whatever you want with your career,” I said, pausing to look into her intensely dark eyes.

I put my hands on her shoulders and begged, but her body language giving me the answer already before she uttered. 

“You've been selfish, Lucas,” she said while standing with a poker face and shrugging my hands off her shoulders. She turned to face me and said, “To have our child, I just need five more years from you.”

Having a Baby, all seems to be a joke to Celine, I thought. 

I sighed, knowing fully well that the woman I have here is very obstinate. “Celine, being pregnant doesn't make your body seem unattractive or prevent you from attaining your potential. You will also receive much honor for being a family woman.”

She said, "I don't want that." 

I groaned and tried to persuade her by mentioning celebrities and models who were content and proudly flaunting their growing bellies to the public, but her stubborn heart and her career objectives prevented her from giving in. 

“For example, Beyonce is a well-known and inspirational musician. Despite being pregnant, she carried and displayed her baby bump wherever she went, whether it was a runaway, show, or gallery.”

“So why is it that your own can't be like that? You might also work as a model for companies who need pregnant women to advertise their products, which would increase your popularity and make our child seem good too.”

“Do you not believe that it is a better strategy to advance your modeling career?” I questioned her and sought her perspective on the advantages of having a child. 

“I don't want it for myself and that of my child either. My infant can have a profession of his own.” I was at my utmost level of irritability and wrath when she said obstinately.

“Why are you being so stubborn, Celine?” I screamed. She had a permanent frown on her face, which hurt me and made me wonder if the woman I had married was still alive.

“Are you...?Are you sure you don't want to have this child?” I asked with a sour expression. 

She gave a faint smile and nodded. 

“As soon as I finish my career and achieve my modeling goals, we can have children; otherwise,...” She came to a halt, her gaze fixed on mine. 

“It's a definite no for me.” She went on to say 

“Then get ready because I'm going to file for divorce.” I said curtly, and she glanced at me with wide eyes. 

Her jaw dropped open in surprise; she hadn't bargained for a divorce. 

“Divorce! But that's not possible,” she faltered, as if she had realized something significant. “We're madly in love with each other.” She went on to say.

“I don't believe so, Celine. You're pushing away the affection I feel for you the way you're acting right now.”

“W..w..What exactly are you saying, Lucas?” I looked up to see her somber face as her quacked words rang in my ears.

She was close to cry, and I hated seeing her in this state. I swallowed with anxiety, feeling a lump in my throat. 

“Celine, that is absolutely the truth. Prior to my arrival home from the golf club training, carefully consider it.” I yelled as I pounded on the door to exit the room.

“Lucas!”

“Lucas, come back here!” Although I could hear her screams, I couldn't care less. 

I arrived at the golf training ground with a heavy heart but was unable to act as I saw the men playing the ball with their sticks in good spirits. When my phone beeped on my hands, I checked the notification and saw Dean's text, so I unlocked the device. 

                *What were you saying earlier on the phone?*

While riding the wheel and traveling in this direction, I called him. Due to networking, it appears that he doesn't pay attention to my voice on the other end. 

                *Celine once again turned down my offer because she wasn't prepared, as usual.*  I responded by typing. 

                *Laughs! There is a solution, but you refused to hear it. Where are you at this moment?*

                *The clubhouse for golf.* I sighed and typed, *Let's meet at the Devil's Bar.*

                *See you soon* I let out a sigh, gave the men another quick glance before picking up my car keys beside me and leaving the playground for my car. 

I walked into the bar as the pungent smell of the cigarettes, alcohol, and seduction hit my nose, the loud music from the speaker banged in my head.

I moved away from the scenes in front of me and walked toward the counter. “3 tequila shots!” I sang along with the bartender as I placed my order right away. 

I quickly downed two cups before using my phone to message Dean. 

                *Dude, where are you?*

As I downed the last of the cup, I sent a text while putting the phone in my pocket and watching the strippers perform on stage. 

I heard one of the strippers say, “Hey, handsome,” with a sheepish grin. “Do you care for my service?” As she spoke, I felt one of her hands caressing my cheek, which made me cringe and feel disgusted.

"Get out of here." She shook her head, fear and embarrassment apparent in her brown eyes, as I murmured in a guttural tone. 

"Fine, I will!" She moved away from me and joined the other strippers dancing on stage. Every minute, her stare locked on mine, and I exhaled.

My thoughts quickly turn to Celine, wondering why she's doing this to me.

Since my mother could foresee what lay ahead for our relationship, I genuinely regret ever defying her words and choosing to marry Celine.

She'd said that our relationship wouldn't continue because she'd known her family to be spoiled and brattish. 

It's true what they say about love being blind. I didn't believe it before but now I do because of what Celine is forcing me to go through regarding having a child. 

With her many debates on child matters, I could see her weaknesses creeping out, her behaviors, and the manner we would communicate our affection are no longer effective.

Since I've been a bachelor for the entire time we've been married, I believe that not having a child makes her happy while it causes me anguish. 

I recall introducing her to Mom and hearing her say, "She doesn't have the virtue of a woman, Lucas, and her character stinks." 

“You can't get married to her.” The words continued to grate on my ears, and I sighed internally. 

Mother was right. Tears started to come out of my eyes. Celine doesn't deserve to be called a woman; how could she choose to prioritize her job before having a family

 She doesn't even consider my emotions or who I am in her eyes. She only cares about advancing her career, and I'm not going to stand in her way.

Celine is progressively draining the love I'd feel for her from my heart. 

What a wonderful woman I have! 

The vibrating ding from my phone made me startled, pulling me out of my reverie. I took it from my pocket and looked at it; it was a message from Dean, my friend.

It is then read;

               *I will be unable to attend the Clubhouse. I'm sorry, but something important came up.*

As I read the last section, I lifted my brows. That suggests my problem isn't very important to him.

I believe it is time to return home and deal with my obstinate wife's rage and wrath. 

I shook the bartender's hand and said, “1 shot of Tequila, please.” I reached into my pocket, pulled out some cash, and threw it onto the counter to pay for the previous orders and the one I was about to place. 

“Sir, this is it.” I nodded before inhaling the entire contents at once as the bartender continued. A heartfelt “Thank you!” After crashing the glass against the counter, I remarked.

I took one last look around the pub before making a quick exit and briskly making my way to the car.

I put my hands on the steering wheel as I considered how I would handle Celine's outbursts and difficulties. 

I turn on the gas and make my way home slowly and in silence while I consider how I would handle Celine's irate outbursts.  

After a short while on the road, I packed up and hastily entered the mansion. Celine wasn't in the sitting room, which led me to believe she might be in the bedroom. 

As soon as I reached the front of the door and put my hand on the knob, the door opened with a loud exhalation from me. 

I froze in place, trembled as my blood boiled, and yelled, “Who are you?” at the sight that met me.