His Second Wife by Favor V April

~Camila’s POV~

I walked away from the Grayston family, irritated with myself. What did I think? Am I blind? The man

who married me treated me like a piece of shit whenever he had a chance. As soon as his family gets a

glimpse of me, they’ll start throwing shades at me. Claudia’s disdain is a product of his actions, not her

own. All this disrespect from her is because of him. All this would not have been happening if he hadn’t

been sleeping with her in the first place.

“Mommy, are you all right?”

My son’s voice jolted me out of my reverie. I can’t show him that I’m messed up. But one thing I’m

positive of is that none of these Graystons will ever see me unless I specifically want them to see me.

Chris and I have nothing to discuss. He would now resemble a business associate. I parked my car

when my kid and I arrived at the stadium.

“Baby, hurry up and get to your squad before you’re late. The coach is waving at you.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He raised his arms in a triumphant salute. I giggled, he kissed me and dashed towards

his teammates. I felt myself crying uncontrollably. Why? I had no idea. I guess I’m feeling a little

overwhelmed by everything, or maybe I didn’t give myself enough time to process it all. At this age, I

am still unsure of what is right and what is wrong. Why did I allow myself to be subjected to any of this?

I removed my phone’s SIM card and nibbled on it. If any member of the Grayston family requires my

help, they may write me an email. They have no right to be near me. They are not related to me. I am a

Mendoza. I brushed away my tears and made my way to the stadium to await the start of the soccer

match. My gaze turned to the other side of the VIP section, where I was greeted by my family, who

were all giddy with excitement. My sight then traveled to the opposite side of the VIP, where I came into

contact with Chris.

Why did I ever believe that there was any hope for me and this cretinous jerk? Why did I allow myself

to fall in love with him? Something is wrong with me? What was I thinking when I allowed myself to fall

in love with this man? What precisely was I feeling for him? I’ve never been in love, so I can’t tell you

what it’s like. Was it love I had for him or was it just that I was used to having him around? I am

perplexed by my own emotions and feelings since I have no idea how I feel about that man. Was I fond

of him? What was I hoping for? Of course, he has the most incredible body, one that would bring ladies

to their knees, but did I really want more from that prick? No, I have my doubts.

Once again, my thoughts were drawn back to reality by Amelia.

“Did you need my services?” I snapped and glanced at her with a grin.

“Yes, leaving this location would be difficult. My husband is going to follow me. As a result, I will need

your help after this match.”

“Yes, ma’am; I’ll take a seat in the rear,” she said.

“Sure.”

Then soccer started. I raised my eyes to my family, who were also rooting for Liam, and, of course, the

Grayston family was in large numbers, but they preferred to sit and fold their hands. Mr. Grayston and

his wife were the only ones cheering. The rest were as though they were forced to come here. When

Liam scored, my family and I exited the VIP area and began running around. We are like crazy people.

My son scored two goals in the soccer game. Liam bolted off the soccer pitch and immediately

approached my father. He leaped over to embrace him. I examined the scene in front of me. This was a

family scene. This is what we call family, not that. I said, looking at the Grayston family. I maintained a

secure gap between myself and my family. They are accustomed to it at this point. I dislike being seen

with them in public. At first, it was difficult for them. But I despise being the focus of attention. That is

why only a select few people know of my existence. I despise the limelight. Liam ran over to me and

leaped to my side to offer me a hug.

“I did it, Mommy! I scored two goals to bring a smile to your face. I went onto that soccer field with a

goal, and my goal was to score two goals for the best mother in the whole world and I did it. You looked

very sad today. My heart ached for you today. Did the goal make up for your sadness, Mama?”

I froze. My son has never seen me in tears. Was it clear that I was sad? I brushed it off.

“And my little champion did an excellent job of lifting mommy’s spirits. I love you, sweetheart. And yes,

my angel was amazing. I love you so much, Liam.”

“I love you too, Mama. I want to go with Grandpa. The schools are currently closed. Can I leave?”

He gave me a puppy look. I’m never going to say no to that puppy look.

“Baby, but you don’t have your clothes with you.”

“Uncle Eduardo will take me shopping, so don’t worry. Please, Mama.” He gave me a puppy face once

more. I was forced to concede.

“Okay, fine, I’ll come to pick you up before school resumes. Deal?” He kissed me and fled to my family.

I signaled to Amilia that it was time to go. We left, and as usual, they had no idea which vehicle to

pursue.

~Christopher’s POV~

When I arrived at the family house, I noticed Camille cooking with Liam. Consuming her cuisine has

been a desire of mine since yesterday. I walked up to the table and sat down, my gaze fixed on my

wife. She is a total turn-on in every aspect, but she is Camille, and I am not allowed to have her. Even

though she is now 22 years old, I am unable to sleep with her. I’m so in love with her that I’m starting to

feel envious, which is something I haven’t felt before. I’ve never been jealous, yet my wife arouses

emotions in me that I was unaware I possessed. I want to see her happy, but only with me, although

I’m at a loss about how to do so as she is only a girl. I gave her Liam for a reason, but she is unaware

that Liam is really a ruse to persuade her to do anything I want. Liam is her universe. If I had chosen

divorce and taken Liam away from her, I would have wounded her feelings. She was well aware that I

would not harm her. But she is unaware that I am capable of playing dirtier than she is. Yes, she is

difficult to deal with. But, that is precisely what I admire about her. She chastises me for sleeping

around. I miss her taking a stand and not backing down. I yearn for her little snorings. Sleeping in her

absence has been a living horror.

Why is she not even looking at me or acknowledging my presence?

She ceased communicating with me the final time she walked on me, banging with Claudia. I wish

there was a way for me to communicate my feelings to her, but I can’t bring myself to tell a 22-year-old

that I like her and want to have her.

What if I revert to my former ways?

I don’t want to cause her any harm. She deserves better. I do eat her food, but I will never see myself

eating her kitty. She’s always been an excellent cook. It was a great thing for her to cook for the family

today. She had no idea that I knew that my old man had helped her get custody of Liam. I know why

grandpa and grandma did it. Liam is better off with Camille. Grandpa informed me that Liam had a

game scheduled for today. Camille never informed me of her plans, but she could have at the very

least texted me to see whether I wanted to go or not. I am still Liam’s father after all. Claudia has been

disrespectful to my wife, which is beginning to irritate me. I turned to face my wife. When I saw her

face, I knew she was ready to give up on everything. I am certain she will stop attending these lunches.

What was Claudia’s motivation for torturing Camille? First of all, I’m not sure why I’m still fucking this

woman.