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 we

tray down, removed the plate from her, replaced it on the tray, and drew her closer to embrace

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 my ability to

remain with Liam, or do

Liam is my son and you and your fucking buddies could all go to hell! Do you think

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

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 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 my underwear and went inside the

~Camila’s POV~

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

is he doing

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 with bathing while I

Please help me, Lord.

are you just going to

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

careful with your eyes,

and used his hand