His Second Wife by Favor V April

I couldn’t believe what my son was saying. When I thought I was having a pleasant day, he now asked to see his father!

“Baby, why do you want to visit your dad?”

He looked at me puzzled, but he then responded.

“Mom! I just miss him. Could you please let me see him?”

I examined the time.

“Alright, sweetie, just wait for me.”

I was pacing back and forth when I entered my room. I brushed my hair back with my hand, suddenly feeling all tired. Is it truly necessary for me to visit Chris? What if we get into a fight? At the moment, I am not in the mood to fight. I’ve entered a new chapter in my life that excludes him, and my son now wants to visit him. What is the matter with Liam? He has never been fond of his father; why is he requesting to visit him now? Did he hear about the two women who were expecting his father’s babies? Why does Chris continue to do this to me? For the love of God, he must consider his son. I grumbled and got my laptop off the table. I descended the stairs only to find my son standing with a bag and a video game.

“Why are you carrying a bag and a video game with you, baby?”

I heard him sigh, probably annoyed by my questions, “Just open your car, Mom. I’m going to have to put these in.” I just opened the car door for him, but I’m concerned now. I trailed him to the car.

“Why are you carrying your bag, honey?”

He sighed again and gave me an icy gaze, “Mom, I told you that I miss daddy so much. Do I have to explain everything?” I fucking need to chill, but how can I? I hummed.

“Alright, hop in.”

started my car and got behind the wheel. I’m not even sure I’m prepared to meet Chris. What if he is in the company of a woman? That is something I cannot allow my son to watch. I took out my phone

not sure what’s going on, but Liam packed his bag and expressed an interest in seeing you. We are on our way to

sent a text message. Then I received a text message in

don’t have to let me know when you’re

be able to confront him. I mean, why should I? I’m just a girl, after all, I have no right to confront him. I walked down to the wine

~Christopher’s POV~

sex with anyone without wrapping up. That is a mistake I have never made in my life. The puzzle pieces are beginning to fit together. Though I lack proof. But I know what is going on. This is a plot to prolong the conflict between myself and my wife. With all of this turmoil, I’m not sure why my wife hasn’t already served me with divorce papers. I was so sure Camille would finally divorce me. Is my wife willing to give us the benefit of the doubt? Will she even listen to me if I decide to tell her of my suspicions? As long as she hasn’t given up on us, she doesn’t need to know. If she knows she might be in danger, let them think I have no interest in her. To get this to work, I need to make them think about me cheating on my wife. I will use that as a distraction since they all know I am a man whore. The pen I gave him last time has proven to be successful thus far. However, I have not discovered anything alarming. I will not relinquish my efforts. There is something wrong. Claudia would not know where my brother and I were unless she was alerted by someone very close to us. She has expressed her unwillingness to marry. She’s preoccupied with something else while simultaneously sacrificing her pussy to me and my brother. She cannot possibly be comfortable sleeping with two brothers. What is it that she wants? There are some massive forces at work here, and if my wife and son are close, things can get unpleasant. I’m afraid I’m going to lose both of them. They should stay away from me. I have to act as though I do not know in order to save my family. While I was examining

“Come in!”

a game?” He inquired. I’ve never

“Certainly, but where?”

I set up a little game room. We can make

stay with them. He escorted me to the game room, which I was unaware existed in my house. We took our seats and he handed me one of the controllers. He taught me how to play. I feel terrible that I regret having my son as a result of my traumatic experience. After a while, I developed an attachment to the game. Why haven’t I tried this before? I’ve been more business-oriented and less concerned

“Dad?”

“Mmm.” I hummed.

I froze. I’ve never hated my son. My only resentment was against myself for bringing him to this earth before I was ready and having him with the wrong woman. I

think I hate

act as if everything is fine, but she breaks down every time. Did you two

my son know there is something called divorce? I swallowed hard, he doesn’t seem like

that way. However, your mother and I love one another and