Babel Novel
CHAPTER 27
Lucas’ POV
I’m filled with immense pain right now. Never could I have imagined that the person I once loved, cared for, and dedicated myself to would betray me in this manner. For God’s sake, that’s our child! And all because of her damn ambition, she did this?
How do I feel now? Disgust wells up within me. She has sacrificed everything for her own selfish desires. Is it because she thought his body would be damaged by what he was carrying? Could she have considered an abortion? My vision blurs as my emotions are consumed by pain and anger.
“L-Lucas, please, just give me a chance to explain… Lucas, please? Let’s talk about it. We can find a resolution,” she pleads, attempting to draw closer to me.
But I push her away. I don’t want to make a hasty move, fearing that in my anger, I might harm her, despite her being a woman and despite my love for her.
I cherished her with all my heart. I was ready to marry her, but I never knew she was this ambitious. Ambitious to the point of sacrificing an unborn child.
“THERE’S NOTHING FOR YOU TO EXPLAIN, GISELLE! ALL THIS TIME, I CHOSE TO BE WITH YOU; I CHOSE TO TURN A BLIND EYE TO YOUR SELFISH DESIRES!” I cry out, tears streaming down my face as I gaze at her.
I’m not perfect, and I’m not a saint of a boyfriend. I made mistakes too, but I never imagined she would stoop so low just for the sake of her own ambitions.
This isn’t the Giselle I once loved. This isn’t the woman I wanted to marry. She was never the same anymore! The girl I loved wouldn’t have committed such an act.
“L-Lucas? I did it for us, Lucas! We were too young back then. But now, I can make it work, Lucas. Let’s start a family… Please, forgive me, my love. You’re the only man I’ve ever loved, right? You can still forgive me, can’t you?” she pleads desperately.
I can hardly believe what I’m hearing.
It’s as if she’s delusional, afraid that I’ll abandon her. But little does she know, I am already filled with nothing but emptiness for her.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.
I’m burdened by guilt for having had another boyfriend without her knowledge, but this is different. This is a terrible secret she had been hiding, and now it’s been exposed.
“Do you hear yourself, Giselle? I’m sorry, but I can’t be with a woman who values her dreams above all else. I gave you so many years for your dreams… because I believed you weren’t ready for everything. But the truth is, I was blinded by what you wanted. And don’t you dare try to justify it by talking about our age at that time! I hold you accountable, Giselle, but you decided to end our child’s life!” I shout at her, my tears continuing to flow.
“Lucas, please! You can’t do this to me, Lucas! I loved you. I didn’t understand then! You can’t blame me, Lucas! Call me selfish for one mistake, but I’m willing to face the consequences. Just don’t leave me, my love! You’re all I have,” she pleads, even going down on her knees.
But I feel no mercy. I’m devoid of any blessings. There’s no remorse or guilt within me. She has become a selfish, deranged woman whom I no longer recognize. I tried to understand her, but she defies all logic.
“We’re finished, Giselle. Perhaps we should part ways. I don’t want to be loved by someone who can’t love me with her whole heart. Because if you truly loved me, you would have considered our lost child before pursuing your dream!” I accuse her.
She rises and wipes away her tears, her gaze now filled with darkness.
“Who told you? Huh? Was it Clare? That shameless girl! She can’t keep her mouth shut! I’ll make her pay!” she says angrily, her eyes gleaming.
She resembles a provoked animal, eager to be unleashed. I maintain eye contact with her.
“Threatening to harm someone again? Just the usual you, Giselle. I’m grateful to Clare because, without her, I might have remained blind. Now, I’m setting you free. Go chase your dream, and I couldn’t care less, Giselle. Even if you don’t show it to me,” I state with a cold expression on my face.
Her expression shifts from hurt to immediate anger, and I can see the anger consuming him, evident in his labored breathing.
“Just try to break up with me, Lucas! If you do, I’ll end my life! My existence would be meaningless without you! You’ll regret it, Lucas Blackwood!” she threatens me, resembling a rabid dog ready to bite.
Her face contorted with a menacing glare, resembling that of a madman.
I anticipated this reaction. After all, she is unhinged. So, I execute my plan as intended, raising my cell phone and brandishing it before her.
“Everything has been recorded. You won’t be able to shift the blame onto me if you attempt suicide. Your actions won’t affect me. I won’t tolerate you or even spare a glance, Giselle,” I respond, my tone resolute.
Ignoring her pleas, I simply walk away. My heart feels heavy as I reflect on the good times we shared. We were deeply in love once. She was my ideal, my perfect partner. She was always my top priority.
But this is the repayment I receive: I hope she can at least appreciate the child. Yet, it was too easy for her to discard our child for the sake of her dreams. I despise her for it.
She tries to pursue me, but the elevator doors close before she can reach me. I breathe a sigh of relief, knowing that encountering her again is something I never wish for.
I contemplate ending our relationship out of a sense of conscience, but she’s the one who betrayed me repeatedly. It is she who has gone mad!