His Second Wife by Favor V April

I was at my house. Although this is not my home per se, I know that bitch is the one allowing me to stay here as Liam’s mother. Not that I’m worried. I am his mother. As far as I know, I am not a mother. I can’t even imagine myself as a mother. It’s fortunate that the girl took on that position. Chris, on the other hand, knows that I am the one who birthed his successor. When I turned on the television, I was confronted by a massive structure.

At an estimated cost of $500 million. The city’s wealthiest and most feared man had just bought a property and constructed a massive building for his lovely wife.

I heard the news presenter stating it on television.

Why did Chris purchase such a structure for that girl? Why hadn’t he purchased anything for me during our time together? He used to exclusively take me out. Could it be that I never wanted to work, or that he wasn’t in love with me after all? Why is it that that girl has to have everything? What makes this girl so unique? What does she have that I don’t have? How naïve am I, huh? I can’t even get work, but a small girl has everything I need.

I’ll have to make certain that I sleep with Chris. I know he’s not interested in me, that man hates my guts, but one thing is for sure he will fuck me.

Perhaps if I sleep with him only once, she will gather her belongings and return to where she came from. Let me go take a bath and change into some lingerie. I’ll have to devise a way of sleeping with him, as he fucks anything fuckable. I know I am fuckable, I used to drive him crazy after all. I’m just going to claim we’re fucking buddies since I know he’ll never fuck me if I bring up marriage. Perhaps state that I wish to give our family a chance. He, myself, and Liam. I will have to ensure that I cry in order to get what I desire.

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Chris, Camila, and Liam, as well as the helpers, did not return home that night. They returned to the residence the following morning. Claudia’s idea failed to materialize.

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~Claudia’s POV~

to mine and I continued to touch him while he was on call. The call was critical, and I was confident he would not make any noise and I was confident that I wouldn’t be rejected, at least not today. This way, I would get what I want, and what I want is Camila gone from this house. I yanked down his pants, grabbed his cock, and began sucking. Thank God for the lengthy call. I stripped down to my underwear and bent over his desk. I wiggled my ass for him. I knew that he was hard and in desperate need

talked on the phone. He then increased his speed. Even more, one of my hands flew to my mouth swallowing all my screams. He was shoving his giant, thick, delectable member into me savagely. I then heard him drop the phone and grasp my waist as he plunged deep into

girl watching me wiggle my ass for her so-called husband. “Oh yes, fuck me, daddy!” I want you out of this house. I mean I don’t need to demonstrate anything to her, she can clearly see for herself that she

Annoyed, I turned my gaze to face him. I could see he was scared or concerned, but why? The girl stepped out of the room, closing the door behind her. Chris came to

late for that, Chris. I’m hoping that after what she just witnessed,

~Camila’s POV~

me, but then I wanted to check. I walked into Chris’s study, where the commotion was coming from, only to find my husband fucking his ex-wife, or should I say, the man I married solely to get US residency. They didn’t lie when they said curiosity killed a cat. I knew that this was going to happen. However, I believed I could handle it. Of course, I will handle it, but who am

be a happy family, I mean. Why do I feel as if I’m hindering a wonderful thing? Perhaps coming to the United States was a huge mistake, after all. Besides, they are a family and I am an outsider. My tears were uncontrollable. Why am I inconsolable? He wanted to sleep with me only two days ago. He purchased a building for me last night. If I stay and put up

I have nothing to fight for. Chris and I need to divorce. It hurts so much that my chest aches, but why? He is just a paper husband. My hands were shaking as I reached out for my phone and sent a text message to my brother. He responded very too quickly. I left my phone at home and took my laptop. I was certain Chris would track it down. I got to the airport and parked my car. I’m not interested in him locating me. I shall return when I am well. I need to think, he was never my husband, but it hurts watching him fuck Claudia.

this betrayed in my life. Why did he use me to get

in my eyes but didn’t ask me anything. I hate hearing I told you so. My brothers never wanted me

boy hurt

wiping my tears. That is how I left the United States and returned to Mexico with my brother Eduardo. When I got home, my father didn’t question me. As a result, neither did I mention anything about marrying an American boy. I retired to my room to ponder. I didn’t even consider how difficult it was to think, but instead, I sobbed. I wish Mama was here, but I can’t even tell anyone I was married.

~Christopher’s POV~

she had no objection to my fucking around,

I going to

I’d look for her. I know she doesn’t have friends.

I made a huge