His Second Wife

Chapter 40

~Camila’s POV~

I’ve been in Mexico for a long period of time. I’m really relieved that my son is awake. My father used all his resources to make sure that Liam was treated. He had a post-traumatic coma. It was great to see my father all worried about his grandson. I’m relieved that now we can return to the United States so he can restart his schooling, while I continue to run my business. Never again will I conceal my identity from the world. If you’re just a regular person, people will take advantage of you. Liam never questioned me about his father’s whereabouts. I have miscalculated my son’s abilities. Believing he has no idea what is going on. I’m not going to focus on anyone right now. I’m going to concentrate on myself and my son. Liam is my world. Liam and I boarded a late flight to the United States. Mary was already waiting for us when we arrived home.

Well, I am no longer allowed to bathe Liam. He claims that he is now a man capable of bathing himself. I didn’t want my little bambino to grow up to be a man so soon, to be honest. He bathed and retired to bed.

I walked into my room. I’m thinking about the ordeal I’ve endured as a result of my husband. I did everything I could to convince him to look at me as his wife and not as the little girl he continued to dim me. I’ve even gone to the point of sucking him. That is an act that no woman should ever commit, no matter how desperate they are. A loveless marriage can lead you to all sorts of things. However, I sucked him, possibly to test whether he could regard me as his wife. I used to tell myself I was teaching him a lesson, but in reality, all I wanted was for him to look at me instead of the cheap women he’d been trending with. I’m done trying and I’m done with Christopher Grayston. I am a dissatisfied wife. What’s the point of forcing my way into his heart? I’m not interested in mending things or pleading with him to look my way. I was confident in my abilities and was willing to stick around. I tried to mend the ruptures in our marriage. I am not a believer in divorce, but that man pushed and tested my patience to the ultimate in so many ways. I even altered my behavior in his honor. I was desperate for my husband to look at me as a wife, not a girl. But, boy, did I ever warm his heart? Nope, what I got was disrespect.

I did get my son after everything. I know I deserve better. I will never beg for a man’s attention in my life. I’m not going to wait for his acceptance. I’ll do whatever it takes to make myself happy. I’m tired of putting other people’s happiness ahead of my own. Chris is the devil, but he also taught me to cherish myself and reclaim my self-esteem. To hell with it; I will not be set aside till he expresses an interest in me. I’ve heard enough, and it’s Camila Mendoza’s turn this time. I smiled as I headed to bed. Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

The following morning, I awoke to have breakfast with my son. As I approached the kitchen, I noticed Liam was already up, trying to make pancakes.

“Baby, what are you up to?”

“Mom, please take a seat. I’m about finished.”

“Liam, that place is not safe for you, baby.”

“Please have a seat, Mom. This is something I can handle. Black Americano, one teaspoon of sugar with milk on the side, coming right away!”

So he’s been paying attention to how I take my coffee.

“Can you tell me where you got the apron?”

“I asked Aunt Mary to get one for me.”

We ate, and thereafter I dropped him off at his school. After that, I went to my office. Today, I’ll be conducting interviews. I need an assistant. Someone who is familiar with the CAMMY brand and is also experienced in event planning. I’m unsure of what to anticipate, but I’m hoping for the best. I began doing the interviews as soon as I arrived at work. I’ve interviewed six candidates thus far without results. According to legend, the number seven is auspicious. I’m crossing my fingers. A dashing gentleman entered wearing a CAMMY T-shirt. And fuck it! It fits him perfectly.

I had already generated a slew of business ideas in my thoughts while staring at him alone. I chose to obfuscate the interview questions. The gentleman blushed.

“Do you mind if I touch you? I mean, can I hug you?” I grinned, amused by his question.

“Of course,” I rose to my feet and embraced him. He was in tears at the time. That alone convinced me he was gay.

“I’m still in disbelief that I’m actually holding you, Camila.” I froze and pulled away from the hug. Surprised.

“Have you met me before?”

“Of course, and I made certain I purchased each and every design you created. I met you for the first time in Mexico. I’ve followed you to every event you’ve attended since you introduced CAMMY lingeries. Though I didn’t know this interview was for your company,”

He is knowledgeable of my company’s image and has attended every one of my events. I fixed my gaze on him.

“Can you tell me your name?”

“Luke.”

“Luke, the job is yours. When do you think you’ll be able to start?” He hopped up and down, and he was just adorable to watch him do that like a child in a candy shop.

“As of right now,” he said.

“Alright then, get to work, your office is right next to mine. I’ll bring your contact information tomorrow. We are bringing CAMMY to San Diego. Cammy’s entire wardrobe would be displayed. You have one

week to blow my mind. You had better be one of the models because I won’t be happy if you aren’t one. Give me a shout if you require assistance.”

“Don’t worry about the models. I am the proprietor of a small modeling agency. We were struggling, and so I started seeking employment due to the fact that we hadn’t had gigs for a very long time.”

“Who exactly are you, Luke? That is, after all, your comeback gig.” I smiled at him as he leaped to his feet and made his way to his office.

Call me crazy, but I’m a big fan of Luke. In so many ways, I can relate to him. I get a lot of business ideas just by looking at him. I sighed at the thought that I didn’t have to search for models. At the very least, one issue has been resolved. I’m tired of hiding my face behind CAMMY designs. I’m not sure how Luke discovered I was the owner of CAMMY designs. I came out following my first launch but remained closed-doored for my second launch. The moment for my blossom has arrived. My elation was soon dashed by a text from Chris.

Chris: Are you able to make your way down to your parking lot? I’d like to discuss Liam’s case in light of Claudia’s decision to take us to court.

How did this cretin know I was back? I didn’t even bother responding, I just made my way down to the parking lot to meet him. As I approached his car, he descended to open the door for me. I scoffed at the thought that I still find him very manly, aquiline nose, seductive thin lips, with stern features. Everything was put together delicately like the work of God himself. It was as if the sun shone on him, making him look fuckinly handsome and ready to be…Stop it, Camila!

When did he turn into a gentleman?

I sneered at the prospect of him assisting me in opening the door. The man was undeniably attractive, but he was a dick. Waiting for this man has been a waste of time, so I’m done, I reminded myself.

This man remains unfazed despite everything that has happened to us. He has always kept that scumbag mask on. I can’t even read him. His face is devoid of expression. I sat there silently; after all, he was the one who called me.

He swallowed and cleared his throat.

“How’s Liam doing?”

I gazed at him, unsure if I should answer or not, but then I thought of how he had been trying to reach out to us, but I couldn’t answer his calls. And if I engage in combat with him, he may believe I still love the idea of being Mrs. Grayston. I altered my previous look and softened my face.

“He’s alright. He went to school today.” He grinned.

So this devil can actually smile?

“Please convey my greetings to him.” I gave a nod. He gave me a file and added, “We won’t be going to court with Clau…” My phone beeped with Luke’s message, cutting Chris mid-sentence. I replied and requested that he meet me in the parking lot. Then there was another beep, along with his phone.

A woman named Claudia claims she is the ex-wife of the multi-billionaire Christopher Grayston and is now pregnant with his child. But the man threw her out. How ruthless can President Grayston be?

Our phones emitted another beep.

Tina Sands, a well-known actress. Recently announced that she is expecting a child with billionaire Christopher Grayston.

I looked straight into his eyes without uttering a single word.

Can’t I for once in my life have peace? Is this man ever going to stop disrespecting me, I thought to myself. Then I noticed Luke scanning the parking lot for me. I let out a sigh.

“Excuse me,” I said. My eyes stung and were red, but I couldn’t bring myself to cry in front of him. When Luke noticed me, he came towards me, simply hugged and rubbed my back.

“It’s alright, Camila; he doesn’t deserve you.”

How did he come to know so much about me?