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.

not in the mood to see me right now, but we need

tears. I set the tray down, removed the plate from her, replaced it on the tray, and drew her closer to embrace her. She glanced at me for the first time since I

I’m completely exhausted. I’ve become a laughing stock. You continue to make headlines, 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.

or do you wish to return him to

right cheek, “I will never give you my son. Liam is my son and you and your fucking buddies could all

me out.” I cupped her face in my hands. And continued, “The news is not true; no one

to 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

~Camila’s POV~

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

is he

went completely stiff. My cheeks burned. In his presence, I became a tomato. My gaze was fixed on his upper body,

Please help me, Lord.

going to shower or are you just going to continue staring

of his body. I swear I had no intention of doing so; it just happened. His dick was rigid as a

have to be careful with your eyes,

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