"When were you going to tell me this?" I ask him, knowing that he is behind me. "I agreed to marry you to save my father's estate, but this is too much. I'm not going to have a child with you," I say angrily.
"Think about it; a son would ensure your future after we divorce," he says casually.
"And yours too," I explain immediately.
"Of course, it is it's perfect. Later we can get divorced, claiming that I didn't know you were the daughter of the man who ruined my sister's life," he says as if it didn't matter.
"Shut up, Lucas, you gross me out," I express with anger.
"It's just a business, Sienna," he comments, causing me to turn to look at him.
"Is a son a business? Who told you that money is everything? I'm not going to have a son with you for the world. The day I decide to have on
