His Second Wife

Chapter 43

~Christopher’s POV~

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. NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

“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.

“Would you kindly look at me, Camille? I understand you’re not in the mood to see me right now, but we need to talk.”

I could see her fending off tears. I set the tray down, removed the plate from her, replaced it on the tray, and drew her closer to embrace her. She glanced at me for the first time since I entered the room.?

“I’m 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, please. I was confident in my ability to handle this, but I need my liberty.”

“Do you wish to remain with Liam, or do you wish to return him to me?”

“You want to take my son away from 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 all of this? What will he learn from you?” She yelled.

“Hey, hey, hey. Camille, it was merely a question. I will never deprive you of him. If you 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 tell you anything at the moment, but I want you to look after Liam and continue being the wonderful mother you’ve always been. Please refrain from drinking. Now go ahead and eat your meal.”

She sat down and began to eat. She seemed 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 shower.

~Camila’s POV~

I knew it was a horrible idea to come here. I knew I was going to break down in tears. I dread crying in front of him. Each time I attempt to take a step forward, I take several 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, revealing Chris’ naked figure. I went completely still.

What is he doing here?

I cast a suspicious glance his way. He was unconcerned, however. He lathered up a sponge and proceeded to clean himself. My body went completely stiff. My cheeks burned. 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 remained frozen.

Please help me, Lord.

“Are you going to shower or are you just going to continue staring at me?”

I gave no reply. I’m afraid, I’m speechless. My gaze then shifted to the bottom half of his body. I swear I had no intention of doing so; it just happened. His dick was rigid as a rock. I let out a gasp. He then gave me a glance.

“You have to be careful with your eyes, Camille.”

With swift mode, he turned me around and started cleaning my back, but my heated sex started dripping and my nipples became firm. He turned me around to face him and used his hand to fix my gaze in his direction. My face was flushed to the point of embarrassment. While my eyes were still on him and his, on mine, the sponge trailed to my sex.

This is not how I should feel. I can’t count how many times he’s washed me. What makes today different? What is it about him that makes me want to fuck him? It’s the wine? It has to be the wine, I convinced myself. When he continued circling the sponge on my sex, a moan left my mouth. His eyes were still fixed on mine at all times.

What exactly am I doing? Or rather, what is he doing?

I was in such a bad state that I broke eye contact and slammed my head into his chest. Our bodies were encircled by a torrent of water. I could hear his heartbeat. The rumbles in his chest, then he cupped my face once more, forcing me to look at him.

“I love you.” I immediately became paralyzed. My noodles of legs failed me.

Am I fainting? I have to be fainting

My face began to flush with tears.

He what? Is that even possible? How can you love someone when you constantly keep on hurting them?

He wiped the tears away from my face with his thumb. My gaze remained fixed on him. I was at a loss for words.

He….he loves me? Why, why now, why is he telling me this now? Isn’t it a little too late for that?

He brushed his lips over mine while I was still stunned. Resulting in uncontrollable dripping on my throbbing sex. My mouth let out a moan, and I placed my hand around his neck. Suddenly, he pulled away.