His Second Wife by Favor V April

My wife, it is really her; she is here, with me in my time of need. What is she doing here?

She smiled, “The name is Camille, and you are?” I grinned. She is truly remarkable. Never give up on me, on us, no matter what. She must have noticed that I was all over the place. I grinned once more.

“My name is Christopher, but you can call me Chris, Stopher, or whatever you see fit.” She calls me that when she’s angry. I used to detest that nickname, but hearing her use such an idiotic nickname is like listening to music to my ears.

“I’ll go with Stopher.” She gave a nervous smile and looked at the bartender. “I’ll have Dalmore Decades on the rocks.”

What?

“I prefer my drinks to be strong,” she stated.

“I can see.”

like you to a club

in town, trying to get a job, but I could secure myself a job with all my qualifications. I’ve had a lot of interviews, but no one

“That sucks.”

I have to be a San Diego resistant in order to work here and, oops, I am Mexican.” She’s trying to tell me why she married me. She wants me to get to know her. Why did I ever fucking think my wife was a little girl? Our conversations aren’t forced. I looked at her and felt the urge to kiss her. She was just the person I needed this night. “And how about you, pretty

since the day I married her, the eyes that made me think of her every time I fucked a girl. “I was betrayed by my friend, my best friend, to be precise,” I said, biting

I nodded and stared at her. She then leaned in to give me a hug. “It’s better you are facing a betrayal which you can still survive without a friend. I left Mexico to come here to be on my own without the help of my family. I am just looking for greener pastures, but guess what? Nothing seems possible here and I can’t tell them I failed or returned home empty-handed.” She was right. Her issues were more serious than mine. Mine was merely

family. Why do you feel like you need to

born with a silver spoon, but no one knows, because I don’t want that kind of fame. I want the fame that I will create for myself. Not because I am the daughter of

because I was too busy labeling her as young, but my wife and I have a lot in common. I didn’t like the idea of taking over my family company, so I started my own company. I didn’t know this piece of information about her. I’m glad we can finally talk about the things I failed to ask before because I was too scared to fall for her. There’s something about her that makes me want to listen to her for hours. Even her moans were pleasing to my ears. I should have listened to Henry when he told me to get to know my wife and see if she had any issues with our age difference. Maybe we could have found a way through this together. I just hope Camille won’t run away from me when she finds out my secret. A secret I never revealed to anyone and never even mentioned to my ex-wife, a way of life I only engage in when I’m angry, but that’s just who I am. I want

more secrets between Camille and me. I said that in the back of

willing to heed my grandfather’s advice to “trust Camila.”

of my reverie. Something about my wife drew me in: something in her voice, something in her curves, something in the way she walked,

about the other side of me, a side I have never let anyone see. But now Camila would have to see that side of me. If she decides to leave me because of it, she is free to do so, but I will not take anything from her. She is still the best thing that has ever happened to me, and then my son. I’m not sure why, but I’ve never had feelings for Claudia, or should I say, Carman. It was all about sex. Camila taught me to love my son. I did love Liam, but this girl in front of me taught me to love