His Second Wife by Favor V April

I couldn’t think clearly.

What made him kiss me? Why did my first kiss have to be with him, of all people?

I couldn’t stop rubbing her lips to get Christopher’s fingerprints off or rather lips off.

Why did he feel compelled to kiss me? Is he insane? What exactly does this mean? Is he trying to make things difficult for us?

I removed my gown and proceeded to the shower. I then put on something normal and sat on the bed.

Why did I choose to marry someone like him? Isn’t marriage supposed to be about having a happily ever after?

They say love represents the start of a new life. But this is not how I envisaged my experience to be. I married a guy to get a permanent residency card. This union is a never-ending series of pains and sacrifices. Regularly, I am insulted. Every day, he creates headlines, and I have no choice but to sit and watch.

Christopher is prosperous; why didn’t he take one of the whores as his sham wife? Why did he have to choose me? Why do I feel like I’ve been the target all along? There have to be tons of ladies who would give their lives to be his wife. Why did I? Why did I agree to marry him without first doing a background check? He is very prosperous and owns numerous businesses. Everyone dreaded the business tycoon. I despise that arrogant jerk. How come I didn’t break the kiss? Am I a moron?

I massaged my brow. People on the outside may think I have the best life, yet Chris and my lives are not perfect. We always fight like cats and rats, and to be honest, I’m growing bored with it.

Here I am, 21 years old, married to a tycoon whore rather than Mrs. Grayston and a mother. Well, the only thing I like about this marriage is my kid, whom the mother may take back at any point.

Can I go up against her?

I know one thing is certain, I would go to the ends of the earth for that child. He’s all mine. Some 21-year-old women are pursuing their ambitions. I’m pursuing my aspirations while dealing with familial issues. I sneered at myself for marrying Chris without knowing anything about him. I am 100% sure that I will die a bitter virgin! I sneered once more at my comment. Camila Grayston was Camila Mendoza before she married the manwhore. The Mendozas don’t bow down to anybody. I went to the cellar and bought my favorite wine, Domaine Leroy Musigny Grand Cru. Since back in Mexico, this has been her favorite wine. I praised God that Chris had a wonderful sense of taste in wine. While I was in the cellar, a thought occurred to me.

Maybe I should tell him I want a divorce, and then we can talk about how we’re going to raise our kid.

prepared dinner and set the table. It was around eight o’clock when I heard him enter the house. The two of us were alone at the dinner table. Liam had already fallen

to prevent us from choking each other as usual; I know what I’m going to say. I’d be

and give each other lessons. He sat down and began

is

he kiss me and then behave

He stared at

it’s delicious.” With his fork, he pointed at

come here to eat. I came here to talk about divorce. He went too far, and it’s going to be unpleasant for us. How are we going

a glass of wine for myself. The bottle was just half full. He was taken

with it. It’s wine, after all, not

I have never drunk wine before, how dare he treat

chair and rested my elbows on

spoke slowly, but enough for him to hear me. He put down his fork and

occurred previously, that’s out of the question.” He responded, and my rage took its toll on

You don’t like me. I hate your

Liam that we are splitting up? Remember how you told him

using our

a valid

dare he mock me? How dare

that you’re leaving. I’m not bringing another woman to care for my kid. Liam has no idea who his biological mother is. I’d want to keep him thinking of you as his mother. Do you get what I mean?” He stated that quietly and resumed munching his meal as if

but it came out of nowhere and that was a lie. I wanted to piss him

my goodness, I’ve just dug my own

saw him gently setting his fork on the table,