His Second Wife by Favor V April

I made a reservation for Camille and me. The restaurant caters to celebs alone. I know my wife is unconcerned about what others think of her. I don’t expect her to be dressed to the nines. I did not reserve a private place. Camille despises being in the limelight, but I want her to feel at ease with me today. I watched as her car pulled up, and reporters ran up to her, covering the only view I had to watch her. The only thing I could see was the flashlights coming from the reporter’s cameras. I didn’t dare move from my seat, knowing fully well that my wife could be wearing sweatpants. I didn’t care, since I know her. While I was busy pressing my phone in anticipation of her arrival, I overheard everyone questioning who she was,

“Oh my God, who is she? She is such a beauty.” I guess they are referring to whoever just walked in, but then I glanced up and

Fuck!

It was my wife. She was so stunning. Why hadn’t she dressed this way before? I’m extremely pleased that I married this beautiful woman. When I approached her, she smiled,

No one has ever looked this gorgeous. Why does she look like some celebrity in this outfit? Where did I see her before?

I shook my head and shrugged off the feeling. I kissed her on her cheek and took her hand in mine. I pulled out her chair. She stared at me as she sat down.

“You weren’t expecting this, were you?”

The words stuck in my throat and suddenly ran dry, and all I could do was nod. I’m not sure what was wrong with me, but I felt compelled to declare her ownership to the rest of the world.

“Follow me,” I said. She followed me, and we took photos for the press.

I’m sure we’ll be on the news tomorrow, but I don’t care. At least I won’t be making headlines with a hooker, but with my wife.

We returned to our table after finishing the photos. She had my complete attention.

or two things about each other. What do you think?” She gave me her whole attention. I’m not sure why Camille prefers to stare at me straight into my eyes without flinching. Her stares make me feel guilty, knowing that I am putting her in an awkward position. One thing I love about her is that she is not the least bit fearful of me, nor is she terrified by

but I’m not sure I want

I want to discuss Liam’s mother yet. Just know that she is someone I wish I had never

dull existence. I draw or design. I’m a little strange. I create and draw when I’m bored. I love spending time with my family. This is a challenging life, but I’m adjusting.” She said that, but then a

froze for a moment

I left. If they knew what I was doing right now, I’d be in major trouble. My brothers are very protective of me and quite possessive of me. I’m the only female in the family, so I left home to start over, to make a new

“Did you flee?”

know since no one knew my family had a female while I was growing up. The spotlight was something I despised. I’ve never been to

blame him for everything. At least, I know he’s

a failure and search for someone to blame, right? It’s natural, it’s part of who we are, but one thing you’ll discover when you get to know him is that he’s quite similar to you. You can’t blame your son for your error. He might have been born out of error, but that young man is the reason for my everyday smile. Liam is a copy of you, but you don’t know that. Because you haven’t gotten to know him, I’ve never won an argument with that young man, and except for Liam, I’ve never known what it’s like to have younger siblings. My family’s overprotectiveness now makes sense. I’m so in love with him and though you might have conflicted feelings towards him, you

something we should do more often,” I said and she smiled and nodded in response to

you just acquire a girlfriend and create headlines with her,

I don’t like clinginess. Commitment irritates me. That’s why I

at her, she didn’t

love with someone and want to

I’d never

interested in somebody right

concentrating on my work and my son right now, but who knows, a person who may stir my heart might

let me know and we’ll

someone who isn’t as clinging

you call