His Second Wife by Favor V April

Chapter 42

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~Camila’s POV~
I couldn’t believe what my son was saying. When I thought I was having a pleasant day, he now asked to see his father!
“Baby, why do you want to visit your dad?”
He looked at me puzzled, but he then responded.
“Mom! I just miss him. Could you please let me see him?”
I examined the time.
“Alright, sweetie, just wait for me.”
I was pacing back and forth when I entered my room. I brushed my hair back with my hand, suddenly feeling all tired. Is it truly
necessary for me to visit Chris? What if we get into a fight? At the moment, I am not in the mood to fight. I’ve entered a new
chapter in my life that excludes him, and my son now wants to visit him. What is the matter with Liam? He has never been fond
of his father; why is he requesting to visit him now? Did he hear about the two women who were expecting his father’s babies?
Why does Chris continue to do this to me? For the love of God, he must consider his son. I grumbled and got my laptop off the
table. I descended the stairs only to find my son standing with a bag and a video game.
“Why are you carrying a bag and a video game with you, baby?”
I heard him sigh, probably annoyed by my questions, “Just open your car, Mom. I’m going to have to put these in.” I just opened
the car door for him, but I’m concerned now. I trailed him to the car.
“Why are you carrying your bag, honey?”
He sighed again and gave me an icy gaze, “Mom, I told you that I miss daddy so much. Do I have to explain everything?” I
fucking need to chill, but how can I? I hummed.
“Alright, hop in.”
I placed my laptop in the bag and threw it in the backseat. I’m not sure what was going on. Why has Liam developed a sudden
need for his father? I started my car and got behind the wheel. I’m not even sure I’m prepared to meet Chris. What if he is in the
company of a woman? That is something I cannot allow my son to watch. I took out my phone and sent him a text..

Camila: I’m not sure what’s going on, but Liam packed his bag and expressed an interest in seeing you. We are on our way to

your place.
I sent a text message. Then I received a text message in response.
Chris: You don’t have to let me know when you’re coming; this is your home.
That is a subject which I am uncertain about. I drove up to the compound and entered. The helpers were busy putting the
finishing touches on dinner preparation. I walked into one of the guest rooms and sat down with my laptop. I’m not sure I’ll be
able to confront him. I mean, why should I? I’m just a girl, after all, I have no right to confront him. I walked down to the wine
cellar, grabbed a bottle of wine, and returned to my room. I need to drink in order to remain emotionally detached around Chris.
~Christopher’s POV~
Things are spiraling out of control. I’m not sure why Claudia and Tina are simultaneously lying about being pregnant. I’ve always
wrapped up while having sex. I’ve never had sex with anyone without wrapping up. That is a mistake I have never made in my
life. The puzzle pieces are beginning to fit together. Though I lack proof. But I know what is going on. This is a plot to prolong the
conflict between myself and my wife. With all of this turmoil, I’m not sure why my wife hasn’t already served me with divorce
papers. I was so sure Camille would finally divorce me. Is my wife willing to give us the benefit of the doubt? Will she even listen
to me if I decide to tell her of my suspicions? As long as she hasn’t given up on us, she doesn’t need to know. If she knows she
might be in danger, let them think I have no interest in her. To get this to work, I need to make them think about me cheating on
my wife. I will use that as a distraction since they all know I am a man whore. The pen I gave him last time has proven to be
successful thus far. However, I have not discovered anything alarming. I will not relinquish my efforts. There is something wrong.
Claudia would not know where my brother and I were unless she was alerted by someone very close to us. She has expressed
her unwillingness to marry. She’s preoccupied with something else while simultaneously sacrificing her pussy to me and my
brother. She cannot possibly be comfortable sleeping with two brothers. What is it that she wants? There are some massive
forces at work here, and if my wife and son are close, things can get unpleasant. I’m afraid I’m going to lose both of them. They
should stay away from me. I have to act as though I do not know in order to save my family. While I was examining the spy
camera I had placed in his office, I heard a knock. I switched off my laptop.
“Come in!”
“Daddy!” It was my son. He entered the room. “Are you up for a game?” He inquired. I’ve never played a game before, but with
that face, how could I refuse?

“Certainly, but where?”

“Well, I set up a little game room. We can make our way there now.”
He appears to be content, which gives me comfort. Camille is doing an outstanding job with him. I assumed he despised me for
refusing to stay with them. He escorted me to the game room, which I was unaware existed in my house. We took our seats and
he handed me one of the controllers. He taught me how to play. I feel terrible that I regret having my son as a result of my
traumatic experience. After a while, I developed an attachment to the game. Why haven’t I tried this before? I’ve been more
business-oriented and less concerned with these minor details.
“Dad?”
“Mmm.” I hummed.
“Do you hate me?” I froze. I’ve never hated my son. My only resentment was against myself for bringing him to this earth before I
was ready and having him with the wrong woman. I may be a bastard, but I wanted to have my family and one woman, Claudia,
was a snake that was ready to bite me at my lowest.
“Why would you think I hate you, son?”
“You never came to see me. Mom tries to act as if everything is fine, but she breaks down every time. Did you two get divorced?”
How the hell did my son know there is something called divorce? I swallowed hard, he doesn’t seem like a little boy anymore. He
sounds so mature even at 5.
“I’m truly sorry, son, that you had to think that way. However, your mother and I love one another and only want the best for you.
What’s the reason for your mother’s tears?”
“I don’t know. She is constantly intoxicated. I assumed you didn’t care about us.”
I tossed the controller aside and dragged him even closer.
“My heart beats for you and your mother. Never forget how important you are to me, you are my life.”
“So, why are we living apart?”

“Because mom wants to be closer to work.” I lied through my teeth, my wife hates my guts. I don’t blame her. I’ve done nothing
but cause problems between us.
“Then why don’t you come to visit us?”
“I’m truly sorry, son. I’m going to visit more frequently from now on. I want you to promise me something, son.”
“What?”
“Take good care of your mother. These coming weeks, she will need someone to cheer her up.”
“Okay, I promise to take care of Mommy.”
“You promise.”
“I promise, I’m hungry.”
“How about we get something to eat?”

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