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 to see me right now, but

fending off tears. I set the tray down, removed the plate from her, replaced it on the tray, and drew her closer to

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. What exactly do you expect from me? I’m tired, please. I was confident

to remain with Liam, or do you

on my right cheek, “I will never give you my son. Liam is my son and you and

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

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.

~Camila’s POV~

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. Why did I end up falling for Chris? I have no control over this situation at the moment. I’m at a loss for words. How am I to love such a man? I believe he had cast a spell

he doing

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 to wander down to his lower body. He was preoccupied

Please help me, Lord.

you going to shower or are you just going to continue

reply. I’m afraid, I’m speechless. My gaze then shifted to the bottom half of his body. I swear I had no intention of doing so; it just happened.

to be careful with

around 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