His Second Wife

Chapter 63

~Christopher’s POV~

I took a few steps down the stairwell to meet Mary. The woman was so cunning; it was as though she knew I would come down needing food for Camila. I noticed her spooning porridge into a bowl.

“Good morning, Mary,” I stated, and she responded with a smile.

“I bid you a pleasant morning, Mr. Grayston.” However, her smile did not make it to her ears. She then put the porridge on a tray and fixed her gaze on me. I was certain she desired to say something. “Mr. Grayson, I understand it’s none of my concern, but I think we need to talk about it,” she said, clearing her throat. I wanted to tell her to mind her own business, but then I remembered that she might be able to help me. I clasped her hand in my own.

“Follow me,” I stated, and she immediately followed. I locked my gaze on her. She was terrified, yet also resolute. “Go on.” As we sat on the couch, I remarked.

“I understand Mrs. Grayston is a young lady, but I object to the way you treat her. She’s like a daughter to me, in a way. You divorced her, but you still came here to… ” She cleared her throat and continued. “to sleep with her. You have never once considered her to be your wife, even though you have been married to her for a long time. What made you decide to do it now after you threw the divorce papers in her face? I really don’t understand you, Mr. Grayston. Don’t you think what just happened upstairs will break her even more? You’ve caused her enough pain already? I should remain silent as a mere employee, but Camila is like a daughter to me. She is more concerned about your son than you will ever be. You humiliated her so much that she even lost face in public. With all those humiliations, she has never thrown divorce papers in your face. However, you divorced her for no apparent reason. Are you aware of the anguish she is through as a result of your divorce? She has been in love with you for a very long time and has never given up on you. I’ve seen her act fiercely, yet she will always be a daughter to me. Mr. Grayston. I would be quite grateful if you left her alone rather than inflicting agony on her. Not to mention that you are her first.”

How the fuck did she know that Camille had never done it?

When I looked at her, I saw the affection of a mother. Normally, I would have told her to mind her own business, but it is not the appropriate response at the moment. Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Mary, Camila Christopher Grayston is still my wife. It’s a long story that I don’t want to talk about right now. I understand your concern for my wife. All I ask of you is to take care of her and my son as you have always done. Leave the rest for me.”

She drew her gaze to mine with a dragging motion. She appeared to be bewildered. I proceeded, “However, Camila shouldn’t know anything about this conversation. I would like things to stay as they are. Too much information would do so much harm. I have been the worst husband possible, but I have learned my lesson and I want my family. I want us to live in peace, not to fight over the same subject repeatedly. I’ve been disrespectful to my wife numerous times, and I’m ashamed of myself. I treated her as if she were nothing to me, but that was no longer the case. I want my family back and I also want to save my family, which is why I’m not saying anything, but one thing is for sure, Camila is mine. Additionally, I want you to know that even though I was a jerk in the past, I hate to admit it, but that woman changed me. I am unworthy of her, but this charade must continue.” I can’t afford anyone to know what is going on, not even Camille.

Mary made no inquiries whatsoever. She offered me the tray with a smile on her face. I went upstairs and found my wife sobbing.

I sat close to her, held her face, wiped off the tears, and soon started feeding her. She did not press but devoured everything. When she was through, I ate my own portion and snuggled down next to her. I ran my fingers through her hair and kissed her brows.

“Are you all right?” She shook her head.

“I love you, Camila Grayston.” She answered by raising her brows and raising her head.

“I love you too, Mr. Grayston.” I wasn’t expecting a response from her. When I left the room, she was crying, and when I returned, I could see she was sobbing. What transpired?

“Why did you divorce me and still come here to have sex with me?” I was at a loss for words, so I simply kissed her brows and walked away. I couldn’t tell her anything, but like a coward, I ran away from my wife.

I got inside my car, knowing that walking out on her would make matters worse. It’s possible that I’ve made things worse for myself and my wife right now. I could have told her everything, but I am incapable of doing so. I drove home with the intention of sleeping. We probably could have spent the entire day together, but I knew she would be looking for answers, and I didn’t have any at the time, or should I say answers.

~Camila’s POV~

Chris left me with a lot of unanswered questions. I wanted answers, but what I don’t understand is why he suddenly slept with me. I know Chris so well. He has never for once considered me his. There must be something that I am overlooking. He will never make that mistake of sleeping with me. If he slept with me, it meant he wanted to, but why now? This is not the time for me to sit and feel sorry for myself. I wiped my tears, I went to my study and rummaged through my laptop bag to check what I had signed. I went through each and every document. I was now reading page 3 when I saw what was beyond my imagination. The fucking divorce was… I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. However, I felt betrayed. Trust issues are a bastard. So this is what that Idiot has been hiding from me.

But Why? I thought to myself. I continued reading and if I say I was surprised before, now it seems like I’ve grown two heads. Do they trust me that much with such establishments? I have just joined their family. What is going on? I knew exactly who I needed to call in order to get the job done. After about 3 hours of my call, I went back to my bedroom. I inhaled deeply, sat in front of the mirror, and applied my makeup in preparation to pick up my kid. I stepped downstairs and was greeted by a cheerful Mary.

“I wish you a pleasant afternoon, Camila.” I was completely ashamed. However, there was nothing that I could do. She knew I slept with Chris.

“Afternoon, Mary. I’m on my way to pick up Liam.” She gave a nod. I felt her gaze on me.

Damn limping

I limped my way to the front door without sparing Mary a second glance. I climbed into my car and fuck! My sex was in a great deal of discomfort. However, I sucked it up. I drove to Liam’s elementary school. I required a diversion in order to process everything I discovered in those divorce papers. I escorted Liam to the field. I sat there with my sunglasses on, watching him engage in his game. At that moment, I noticed Chris, who was sitting on the other side of the stadium, watching Liam play football.

When did this start? Is this the reason why Liam has been clamoring to see him? So when I drop Liam here and leave, he would come and watch him play? Naa, did he come here because of me?

Looking at Chris and his crafty ways, I had a perfect idea of how to accomplish my mission. I grinned and returned my gaze to the field. I watched as Liam ran to Chris and gave him a hug. I scoffed at how mischievous that child is.

What the hell is going on? Since when has Chris had time for our son? They came up to me. I didn’t make a single move. I stood in anticipation of their arrival.

“Camille,” he stated, and I returned his smile.

“Chris.”

“You know, Mom, dad has always stopped by to watch me play. I thought you were not coming today, dad.” My nefarious little scamp. Like father, like son.

“How can I miss my champ playing? A promise is a promise, champ.” Chris freed Liam, and he immediately returned to his team. It was just myself and my hubby at this point. We were both staring at each other, regardless of our eyewear. I could tell he was looking at me with a piercing gaze under those sunglasses.

“How are you feeling?” He inquired, and I smiled.

“Did I tell you I was not feeling well?” I inquired, as I removed my glasses and locked my gaze on him. He should be terrified of me at this point. I know his little secret. He made me suffer as a result, and I’m going to fucking make the most of it to my advantage.

“Camille, please,” he said in a low voice.

“We are divorced now. You should not be concerned about the health of your ex-wife. Reporters might think you still love your ex-wife. Don’t you think so?” I muttered this as I slid my sunglasses back into my eyes and stared toward the playground. Hell, there is no way I would come down from this car because I will start limping. But as Liam was coming back he felt and I immediately got down from the car and limped my way to him.

“Camille, you can’t walk. Let me help.”

“I did limp my way to here, didn’t I?” He gave me a pleading look. “Say bye to Daddy,” I told my son, and he did as he was told.

“Goodbye, papa!”

Bring it on, husband!