His Second Wife by Favor V April

Something is not right. I’m not sure what it is, but I can feel it. I have this strong urge to be close to my wife. It’s as though there are a lot of strong forces working against her at the moment. I might be wrong, but I think my wife is in danger. When I came out of the restroom, I saw a shadow going to the control room. I didn’t think much about it. I went to stand close to Camille.

Right at the moment when I committed myself to stand up for my loved ones, Claudia started to search for me with her eyes. I had no choice but to get rid of her before she made things even more difficult for both Camille and me. Even though we are still having problems, I am expected to act in the most mature manner possible. I pulled Camille close to me and I heard her gasp. When Claudia stared in our direction, I immediately slammed my lips on top of hers. She did not attempt to dislodge me from her grasp. It makes no difference to me whether my strategy has been completely derailed. So I can’t stay away from her anymore, even if she’s the boss now. I noticed that Claudia was disappointed in my actions. Of course, she didn’t see that I saw her searching for me, but I had to act fast.

Camille stared at me and pushed me a little, “Not here, Chris, please.” She begged. I wanted to say something to her, but then her assistant, Luke, approached us.

“I think everything is all set. We can start the show.” I watched as she smiled elegantly and started to move toward the center of the hall as the show was about to start. My eyes landed on Grandpa. He was staring at something, or rather someone. I watched as the person ran away. I looked at Grandpa. His eyes were glued on something again. I followed his gaze, and I saw a swinging chandelier.

Camille!

Someone wanted my wife dead, but who? Who was the guy earlier on? No, the chandelier isn’t directed at Camille. If it was, it couldn’t have been swinging. Camille is right under that dang thing. It is swinging in someone’s direction, but whose? I quickly searched around and then landed on Luke. Someone wants him dead, but who?

I ran toward him and pushed him aside when a gigantic chandelier shattered on the floor, everyone gasping at the same time. I looked up to see if I could see the culprit, but I saw shit!

“Are you okay?” I asked to look, but the idiot didn’t look surprised that someone wanted him dead. He just got up, dusted himself off, and thanked me.

What the fuck was that?

Mark was busy hitting after my wife. I don’t know what

the stage, displaying what Camille had designed. People were clapping and cheering as the models swayed. I was secretly stealing glances at my wife. I acknowledge her hard work. I couldn’t be more proud.

stage. Ma’am, the stage is all yours. Ladies and gentlemen, please help me welcome Camila Mendoza! As the music started to play, Camille shifted her gaze to mine. She smiled at me. That was gold. I know she wanted me to accompany her, but I couldn’t. I looked around for Eduardo, but the idiot was nowhere to be found. Camille rose from her seat and started walking toward the stage. As she was about to climb

my family. I remember how my brothers’ wives lied right in front of the owner during one of our family luncheons. I am sure

someone adjusted the mic for

startled, right? I know, I’ll be startled too.” She cleared her throat. “My name is Camila Mendoza. The only daughter of Fernando and Catalina Mendoza.” Everyone gasped. I should

would get a lot of orders for me, and that’s how CAMMY started. I’ve never liked being in the spotlight, and no one knew the Mendozas had a daughter. I am standing here today as Cammy the designer, a daughter, a mother, a sister, an aunt, and a role model to

to her seat, Mark started following her to her seat again. I scoffed. I couldn’t stand it anymore. He was publicly wooing my wife. My hands formed into fists, and I started taking long strides toward him. I won’t

scene, Camila won’t forgive you. Camila isn’t

I at least have the

observe, Chris. Your love for Camila will ruin everything. I know you love her, but remember, you are her ex-husband. Act like one.” He was right, but I

in my wife? Maybe he was just being nice since I divorced her right in front of him.

day, Mr. Grayston?” I’ll ask Luke again. I don’t need his gayish

been right in front of you, but the almighty Christopher Grayston couldn’t see it. Blinded by friendship, trust, and

mood, he-she!” He blew smoke

on him without a second thought. However, today I

Fucking balls!