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His Second Wife by Favor V April

Chapter 2
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~Camila’s POV~

“I couldn’t help but notice, sense you were feeling uneasy earlier. Are you in a haste to tie the knot?”

He inquired.

“Yes,” I shrugged as I stared at the greek Adonis in front of me.

“Then let’s get married,” he replies. We went inside the Civil Affairs Bureau and came out with our

marriage certificate after an hour and a half. I was the happiest person on the planet at the time. At the

very least, now I can obtain a job and get some money to support myself. I dropped my sight to the

photos of my now-husband and me sitting together. He was grinning, and I was grinning as well. I

suppose he felt the same way I did about getting married. I discovered the name of the Adonis I

married while staring at our wedding photograph. I burst out laughing since I just learned my husband’s

name from a marriage certificate. His name was Christopher Grayston.

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“Camila Mendoza?” Christopher whispered his little wife’s name. Christoper was examining his

marriage certificate as well. He spoke her name softly, the low tone of his voice allowing it to roll

effortlessly off his tongue. He spoke her name in such a manner that it sent thrills down her spine. He

could see she was agitated.

“Let’s go get some rings, and we’ll be good to go.” She smiled and nodded. We entered a diamond ring

shop.

“You may choose a ring for yourself or both of us.” She was petite, but not too small, but because

Christopher was too tall, one would say she was a kid. She pulled Christopher’s shoulder down to her

level and murmured in his ear.

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“I’m sorry, but I don’t have enough money to buy you a ring. You are free to choose one for yourself.

When I have a job, I’ll purchase one.”

“Wife, pick out a ring for both you and me. I don’t have the entire day free.” She smiled and nodded.

Thank goodness the retailer didn’t put prices on the rings, since that would have made it easy for her to

pick without being concerned about the price. Christopher thought to himself.

She went ahead and chose two rings. Then she called me, and then the salesman just had to sabotage

Christopher’s plans.

The salesperson exclaims loudly, “That would be 14 million dollars each, sir.”

“What, no, it’s too much, husband. We need to change it.”

“No, wife, it’s perfect. I’ll cherish it.” She was taken aback and stared at him in amusement. Christopher

purchased the rings. He was amused by how awkward addressing each other husband and wife had

been. He withdrew a card from his wallet and handed it to Camila. He urged that she accept the card

despite her protests. He also grabbed her phone and put his number on it, and he requested that she

do the same. They then split ways after exchanging wedding rings.

~Camila’s POV~

Recently, I have attended a few job interviews. To begin with, they refused to hire me since I was not a

resident. They’re now refusing to hire me because I’m overqualified. How peculiar is that? Why was it

necessary for me to marry? I promised myself I would not use my husband’s money, yet now I am

reliant on it. He has not contacted me to inform me that I am over my budget. At the very least, I can

purchase food and pay my rent. This is the only positive aspect of our marriage that I can speak of.

While I was enjoying my macchiato, I saw a little boy crossing the street alone. The child seemed frail

and he fainted in the middle of the road, which was busy with traffic. Nobody was eager to assist the

kid. Cars hooted incessantly, and while I checked to see whether his parents would run to remove him

off the road, I saw a truck rushing towards him. It seemed as though the truck driver lost control of the

vehicle as the boy’s faith grew, I dashed towards the kid. I sprang to his rescue, preventing him from

being struck by the vehicle. I took him to the hospital, where he was promptly admitted to the ward. My

card required the owner’s signature to complete the transaction.

I need to contact my whore of a husband, fuck. Okay, Camila, you can do this. Apart from that, the two

of you met solely at the Civil Affairs Bureau.

While I was contemplating, a phone call came through. It was him, my husband. My whore of a

husband was ringing me. I picked up the phone.

“Hello.”

“Is there anything you’re attempting to acquire at the hospital that requires my signature?”

“In the interest of saving a life, could you kindly come and sign it?”

“I had no idea my wife was that kind. In any case, I am not occupied. I happened to be nearby too. I’ll

be there in ten minutes.”

“All right, hubby.” I knew he was wealthy when he got those pricey rings, I conducted some research of

my own on him, and believe me when I say his cock is a community cock that is always trending.

Understandably, he selected a random woman to marry. I’m relieved he’s not my real husband because

I’m sure I’d die of a heart attack. He and his driver arrived at the hospital and asked me where he

needed to sign. He signed the document without scrutinizing it or interrogating me.

“How is the patient doing?”

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“It’s a small boy I rescued just across the street.” Then I heard a voice calling out to me.

“May I have a guardian for the room 101 patient?” As the doctor approached us, he said.

“Yes, I am.”

“He passed out due to respiratory difficulties and a high temperature. We will need to examine him and

will inform you thereafter.”

“Am I permitted to visit him?”

“You may, but he remains unconscious.”

“Okay thank you, doctor, I appreciate it.” I entered the ward and saw the lad asleep. “This is the kid I

rescued today,” I said as I turned to face my whore of a husband. “He collapsed in the middle of the

roadway, narrowly avoiding being struck by a vehicle.” He glanced at the boy with wide eyes as if he

had seen a ghost.

“Liam” Chris barked.

“You know the boy?” I inquired.

“Certainly, he’s my son.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing from this man. The audacity of this man. I was horrified. What was

so important that his son was almost struck by a truck and he had no idea. Is this child even loved as

he should be? I glanced at the man in front of me and found myself unable to contain my wrath.

Slap!

Slap!

“How dare you?” I wanted to smack him again, but he grabbed my hand before I could.

“What is the matter with you, woman?