His Second Wife by Favor V April

As they got inside the vehicle, the weather suddenly changed. Thunder began to rumble, and rain began to fall. Rain is said to bring good fortune.

Is God wishing me a good fortune? Camila thought to herself.

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As the vehicle began to move, she smiled. She was sitting in the backseat with Liam curled up on her lap while he slept. She moved his head forward gently, using her chest to establish balance for the little boy. She smiled at her naivety as she watched Liam sleep, then turned to face the outside world and sighed angrily. She would never have dreamed she’d be this foolish. When she reflected on her life over the last six months, she had always considered herself to be reputable. She got married to acquire a job, but she still hasn’t found one. She is now responsible for a 4-year-old kid. All of these things were not imposed on her; she chose them. She has only herself to blame. Nobody compelled her to live this life. She began to worry whether she would ever find work. She heard the driver’s voice while she was deep in meditation.

“We have arrived.” Two men raced to her aide, and one of them grabbed Liam with him. It was pouring outside, as they went inside. The home was so large that it was easy to get lost. It was nearly dinnertime, Camila remained standing while everyone else sat down at the dinner table.

“Where is my room?” she questioned, looking across at Christoper. She questioned, peering at Christopher without moving her gaze. He returned her gaze as if they were in a stare-down.

“Mary, please escort my wife to our bedroom.” Camila’s face was expressionless; even though she didn’t enjoy the notion of the two sharing a bedroom, she wasn’t going to give him any cause to believe she was just some little girl. He was free to go anywhere he pleased.

“Mary, lead the way.” She said, as she entered the room and immediately had a shower before crawling into bed and falling asleep.

his bedroom and saw Camila sleeping

sneered as he glanced at his ring. He

wearing

him that she hadn’t brought any clothing. After turning out the light, he went to bed. Cammy was not in bed with him when he awoke the following morning. She had gotten up before him. He was astonished since he assumed he was

making

told her I’d prepare breakfast today

for her to prepare trash so that he

she looked up and yelled, “Breakfast is ready, Mi

and rushed to grab a seat. Christopher couldn’t help but notice his son’s joy. He hadn’t seen his kid so pleased since he was a baby. Is it possible that

helpful to my kid, he

breakfast, holy crap she can cook. He couldn’t recall the last time he ate something that good. Even Mary can’t compete with Camila’s cooking,

to go to school, little master.” A

for me? I just want to change. I would like to take him to school every day, or at the very least show me the route to his school.” Christopher watched as she ascended and followed her. When he walked into their bedroom, she was rummaging through his clothing, which he

don’t you let Robin take him to school, Camila?

him to school. I told him I will drive him to school every day. How do you think he’ll react when I tell him I’m not going to take him