His Second Wife by Favor V April

We made our way to the dining room table. My wife was not at the table as we were going to eat. I lifted my head to see if she was nearby.

“Do not bother; she is not going to eat.”

“Why?”

“I spotted her heading to the wine cellar.”

I started eating with Liam, but I’m not comfortable eating while my wife is drinking. Taking a tray, I placed both my food and hers on it, then stood up. “Liam, do you mind if Daddy has dinner with mommy?” I saw him giving me the cutest smile. I took that as a ‘yes’ and left. I know she will not be in our room. As a result, I made my way to the guest room she was constantly using. I knocked and walked in. Camille was guzzling. I could see she was restraining herself from looking at me.

I guess I’m a little too much of a jerk for my own good.

“According to Liam, you haven’t eaten,” I said as I entered the guestroom.

She stood up and went into the bathroom to wash her hands after looking at the tray. I’m left standing alone, staring at her petite figure that’s hidden within one of my t-shirts. She returned without speaking to me, took a plate, and began eating.

at me, Camille? I understand you’re not in the mood

replaced it on the tray, and drew her closer to embrace her.

while I am regarded as the unwanted wife. Not that it’s not true. If I ask for a divorce, you’ll tell me it’s not an option. What exactly do you expect from me? I’m tired, please. I was confident in

to remain with Liam, or do you wish to return

A slap landed on my right cheek, “I will never give you my son. Liam is my son and you and your fucking buddies could all go to hell! Do you think I’m going to offer you, my son, in exchange for all

it, but you must first hear me out.” I cupped her face in my hands. And continued, “The news is not true; no one is pregnant for me. That I can assure you. I’m unable to tell you anything at the moment, but I want you to look after

be at peace now. I took the plate and took it to the kitchen when she was done. Liam had already left the table when I went downstairs. As a result, I went to his room to find him sleeping. I walked back to the guest room and shut the door. The sound of running water in the shower caught my attention. I stripped down to

~Camila’s POV~

was going to break down in tears. I dread crying in front of him. Each time I attempt to take a step forward, I take several steps back. I’m still reeling from his presence. He is my husband, yet I’m at a loss as to why I feel so little when he is around. I attempted to suppress my feelings in order to demonstrate how much his actions were not affecting me, but I ultimately failed.

he

up a sponge and proceeded to clean himself. My body went completely stiff. My cheeks burned. In his presence, I became a tomato. My gaze was fixed on his upper body, resisting the urge

Please help me, Lord.

are you just going

I swear I had no intention of doing so; it just happened. His dick was rigid as a rock. I let out a

to be careful with your

and started cleaning my back, but my heated sex started dripping and my nipples became firm. He turned me around to face him and used his hand to fix my gaze in his direction. My face was flushed to the point of embarrassment. While my eyes were still on him and his, on mine, the sponge trailed