Chapter 4

Christian’s POV

The drive home was suffocatingly silent. Celine sat beside me, her hands folded neatly on her lap, while my mind raced in a thousand directions.

The glow of the streetlights outside painted flickering shadows on the dashboard, and the hum of the engine did little to drown out my thoughts.

I was wrong to leave her outside but I indeed left an invitation card for her on the dashboard, so it’ll be easier for her to find it. But she chose to follow a guy inside instead?

Celine broke the silence. “Christian,” she said softly, her voice trembling. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to ruin your marriage with your wife.”

I sighed, tightening my grip on the wheel. “It’s not your fault, Celine,” I said, my voice steady. “You’re not ruining anything.”

“But,” she started, then paused as if she was debating whether to continue, “don’t you see how bitter Gina is? How has she been treating you? I mean, she targeted me tonight, Christian. She’s completely unstable.”

I didn’t respond. My eyes stayed fixed on the road ahead, my mind circling back to the last few days. Gina had been different. Since the miscarriage, she hasn’t been the same. Her quiet strength had turned into something sharp, defensive.

Celine tried to press on. “It’s not fair to you, Christian. You deserve someone who makes you happy. Not someone who’s constantly bringing drama into your life...”

“Are you really sure she was the one that set you up? And what makes you so sure?” I suddenly asked.

Celine looked taken aback by my question and didn’t respond back for some minutes. “I just thought since she wasn't inside the venue, I thought she might be the one? Who else, if not her, has a grudge on me?.”

I glared at her, and then my eyes went to the dashboard; there was no invitation card there. Could Gina have taken it?

The conversation ended as we pulled into the driveway. I parked the car and stepped out, heading straight to my room. I needed space.

Inside, I went straight to the drawer by the bed. Celine followed me, her heels clicking softly on the floor.

“Christian?” she said, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

I didn’t answer. My hand moved to the back of the drawer, where the divorce papers were tucked away. I had signed them the night Gina lost the baby, in the heat of anger and grief. But something had stopped me from handing them over, seeing Gina in pain, broken, had made me hesitate.

I was angry she aborted my child without my permission and that she was trying to act right even after doing that.

I pulled the papers out and stared at them, the bold letters screaming back at me: ‘DISSOLUTION OF MARRIAGE.’

I heard Celine moving behind me and quickly shoved the papers back into the drawer, closing it before she could see.

“Christian,” she said again, her voice soft and sultry. I turned to see her moving closer, her hand resting lightly on my arm. “Let’s not think about tonight. You’ve been under so much stress. Let me help you relax.”

She leaned in, her lips brushing against my neck. But I stepped back, shaking my head.

“I’m not in the mood for this, Celine, stop,” I said, my tone firm.

Her eyes widened in surprise. “Christian, why not? We’ve always had something special, and you know it.”

“No, we didn’t. We never did, you left, and I moved on, so anything we both had was over. I only contracted you because that is the only way to protect her. Know your limits.” I said.

She looked taken aback as I left the room without looking back, then I saw Gina walking in, her face looking pale, completely drained of color.

I couldn’t tell what I felt; was it still the anger over the years or the anger of her aborting my child? “Gina.” She looked at me, her eyes filled with sorrow.

“You are back,” I said; this was the same woman I thought I wouldn’t fall in love with, but it was wrong.

“Yes, or you aren’t happy seeing me.” She rolled her eyes.

Before I could respond, Celine appeared at the top of the stairs, holding a file in her hands. “Christian.” She called out sweetly, “You dropped this earlier.”

My heart sank as I recognized the file. She came down the stairs, and instead of handing it to me, she walked over to Gina and placed it in her hands.

“What’s this?” Gina asked, flipping it open. The moment her eyes landed on the contents, she started laughing. It wasn’t a happy laugh—it was bitter, cold, and full of anger.

“A divorce? It took you long enough, ”She muttered as she grabbed the pen from Gina. She looked so relieved, a happy grin was written all over her face. Was she that happy to leave me?

“Once you sign that, there is no going back,” I warned.

“I know.” She scribbled.

“I won't give you any of my properties.” I threatened.

“I’m not complaining.” She said as she kept scribbling. I was amazed at the audacity she had. Not long ago, she was begging to have my attention,, and now? She looks like she doesn't even want to breathe the same air I did.

What had suddenly gotten into her?

Did she not know that all this was for her? It Doesn't matter now, anyway. If she wants to leave, so be it.

“I am fed up with all the nonsense. I’ve tolerated you all these years. I’m leaving the house for you, so you and your lover can spend more quality time together. I can't believe I let you maltreat me for all this while. I gave you my all. But I’ll make you pay for how you have been treating me. Mark my words.” The seriousness in her tone sent a surge down my spine. I have never seen her so angry.

“Wow.”

“Gina. Stop whining already. Just take your filthy bags and leave.” Celine blurted.

Gina’s next actions shocked me. She slapped Celine so hard that blood was already dripping from her mouth and went ahead to pull her hair.

“The next time you talk to me in that tone. You won't live to see the next day.” She spat, releasing Celine roughly such that she landed on the floor.

“Here, your divorce papers.” She slapped it on my chest and walked upstairs.

A few seconds later, she returned with her luggage.

How did she get those packed in such a short time? Was she waiting for this to happen?

“Hello, bring the car and pick me up immediately. I can't stand these two anylonger.” Gina spoke in a soft, yet commanding tone.

“Are you just going to let her leave, after she hit me?” Celine chided, but I ignored her. I was more focused on this person who was before me and who she had suddenly become.

A few moments later, A black car pulled up in front of my mansion. I stepped closer to get a better look. To my utmost surprise. It was the second generation Rolls-Royce ghost.

How did she know someone so wealthy?

“Who did you rent a car from? Celine.” Celine spoke and I just realized how brainless she was.

Nobody rents out their Rolls-Royce.

She was about to drag her box outside when I stopped her.

“At least let me help you with your box.”

“No. Thank you. My driver will handle it.”

Driver?

I was taken aback. Just then, the said driver came in and dragged her bags, and when they got outside, he opened the door and bowed for her to go in.

I was left with just one question.

“Who did I fucking marry?”