His Second Wife

Chapter 30

~Christopher’s POV~

Have you ever looked at someone and immediately saw all that was wrong with them? Look for flaws in every region of their body. That is exactly how I am feeling right now. Camille was right; this woman needed to get a job. We made our way to the soccer arena. My son was playing while I sat and watched. I’ve never seen him do anything for himself before, but Camille has transformed him into the strong independent boy he is today. I am a proud father. Perhaps I should allow myself some time to see what he likes and dislikes. On the day I picked him up from school, I was completely unaware of how talented he was.

Why is my wife making life more difficult for me?

She is gradually rendering everyone in my life ineffective. Claudia, just as she is now, is pointless. No woman can suck me the way Camille did, not even Claudia. The last time she tried I told her to stop. She was not in any way close to how Camille sucked the living daylight out of me. Although it was only once, no one has ever come close to what she did to me.

I’m starting to think that every lady is boring. How is this girl capable of warming my heart? Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

I made a vow to myself that I would never fall in love again, and yet here I am sleeping with the same woman who made me make that vow. I’m still fucking around with her. My brother and I have never gotten along from the start. When I was younger, that guy used to beat me. But by the time I turned 11, the situation had flipped. Until today, I beat the living daylights out of him. Except for this old man, no one in my family dares me. When I told them I didn’t know, no one believed me, because my brother and I were always fighting. They thought it was some sort of revenge. They all passed judgment on me. Except for grandpa, no one listened. He was attentive. But now that I’m sleeping with the same devil, I’m not sure if he still believes my assertion from four years ago. My thoughts were interrupted when my grandpa informed me that Liam had scored a goal. I drew my gaze at my wife. I noticed her leaping and shouting.

“Go, baby, that’s my son, everyone.” I made a sneering remark.

It would not be such a horrible idea to use Liam to reclaim my wife, would it? But not yet. I’m not looking for commitments. She knows the reason I married her. She should not expect me to assume the role of husband, call me a confused soul. Yes, I love that little girl and I so much want to scatter her pussy in every way possible, but I can’t because she’s just a girl. My gaze traveled up to the VIP section above and came face to face with the Mendoza family. My jaw hit the floor. This is one of Mexico’s wealthiest families.

What brings them here?

They all leaped to their feet and cheered when Liam scored another goal.

Why? Do they know my son? And how in the world is that even possible? Is my wife considered a member of this family? No, such a thing is not possible. After all, Manuel is the father of only three sons: Eduardo, Hugo, and Pedro. And his brother only fathered boys. What brings them here?

I was deep in contemplation at the time. The Mendoza family had left their seats to see Liam after the game had ended. I saw my son leap onto Manual for a hug and give him a high five, and then they all began fighting for him. Everyone wanted to carry him.

What the hell is going on? How did these people become acquainted with my son? He appeared to be at ease around them as if he knew them. Is my wife a member of this family? It seems implausible that they do not have a female. Why am I unable to locate any information about my wife? Why did she attend the meeting that Eduardo was meant to attend?

Perhaps she was simply familiar with them. I stood there watching as Liam ran to his mother and pounced on her, twisting her around. I’m not sure what he desired, but I noticed him give his mother a puppy look, and she succumbed. He then returned to Eduardo. My gaze shifted to Grandpa.

This shrewd old man knew what was going on. Yet, he would not tell me.

I looked around to see if my wife was still around, but to no avail, she had departed. I hastened and began looking. I noticed her car and proceeded to follow it, making sure not to lose her. The car entered a shopping mall and it came to a halt, and a woman who was not my wife exited. I burst out laughing. She knew I would follow her. Camille, ma petite épouse. To be honest, she’s rather good.

What exactly am I missing?

I laughed hard.

~George Grayston~

My grandson made a terrible mistake. He would not be mistreating the woman he married if he had known her beforehand or given her a chance to see how amazing Camila was. That young lady was a gift from God to him. No woman in her right mind would continue to live with an unfaithful husband. But that girl took everything. And he’s sleeping with Claudia again in the aftermath of what transpired, which is something I never imagined. I know he is acting in this way because no one believed him with regard to the issue with his brother and Claudia, but I did believe him, and that was enough for him. However, right now, what he is doing is beyond me. Why is Claudia causing havoc in my family? Chris may act indifferent, but he is my grandson and I know him very well. He is still sleeping with that woman, most likely to avoid the media, but he is endangering his family at the same time. One thing I am certain of is that he is unconcerned with any of them or what they think of him. When I mentioned to Manual that I was having trouble understanding his daughter, he smiled and said that he was having trouble understanding her as well. She came to the United States with nothing, determined to start over by acting like a nobody. And she ended up marrying my good-for-nothing grandson, continuing to act like a nobody in everyone’s eyes. I’m not clear why she’s opposed to using her identity to get anything. I mean, if she could mention that she was Manuel’s daughter, people would consider her. But Camila

Grayston would rather work hard for her money. She even refuses to allow her family to assist her. I feel sorry for my grandson. I know him very well. He is a wounded butterfly and trusts no one. He is simply a broken child who believes that sex will fix everything.

I wish he could reawaken and see the diamond with which he married and the gift he blindly selected as a wife before it’s too late. Liam appears to be content with Camille. Additionally, Chris desires his wife. I can see the look on his face as he looks at her. And I’m well aware that the reason he’s being cruel and disrespectful to her is that she’s a girl. I saw him stare at her. His eyes were filled with remorse and a lot of emotions. But he would never confess his love for his wife. One step at a time, George Grayston, your grandson will be whole again. In the end, he will crawl to her feet, pleading for her love. I sighed as I thought.