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.

in the mood to see me right now, but

the plate from her, replaced it on the tray, and drew her closer to embrace her. She glanced at me for the

not interested in any of this. 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. What exactly do you expect from me? I’m tired,

you wish to remain with Liam, or do you wish to

me because I don’t want this marriage.” 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

desire a divorce, I will grant 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

result, I went to his room to find him sleeping. I walked back to the guest room and shut the

~Camila’s POV~

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. 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 over me. As the water ran down my body, attempting to wash away my memories, the shower door flew open,

he doing

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

Please help me, Lord.

shower or are you just going to continue

to the bottom half of his body. I swear I had no intention of doing so; it just happened. His

careful with your

hand to fix my gaze in his direction. My face was flushed to the point