NovelEnglish~Camila’s POV~
His gentle caresses were calm and comforting. Why does he continue to be concerned about a girl he has recently divorced?
We were finally making strides in our marriage. Is it possible that I offended him? What did I do to coerce him into divorcing me?
I thought marriages were for better or worse. What am I trying to convey? Chris, on the other hand, does not believe that. My
marriage to him was a second marriage for him. I was stunned to see tears streaming down my face. I have a slew of questions
for him, but I am unable to ask them. It was entirely his choice. His gaze drifted into my eyes. I’m resisting the urge to weep like a
baby in front of this jerk. I am devastated and am beginning to doubt my abilities as a wife and as a mother. I couldn’t save my
marriage. What makes me think that I am good enough to be Liam’s mother? Am I a good mother at all? Is there anything I’m
particularly excellent at? When Chris looked at me, my eyes were locked on his. It was as if we were the only people in the room.
He then wiped away my tears. I want to cry and explode out of my skin. I want to cry it all out, and it looked as though I am failing
to control my emotions. Why did he divorce me without giving me an explanation? I burst into tears. It’s difficult to maintain one’s
strength. It’s difficult to comprehend anything. Why is it that he won’t tell me what I did? The same man who was bringing me all
of these emotions embraced me and kissed my brow. I’m left with a lot of unanswered questions.
“Camille, don’t worry. Everything will work out.”
Is it now? After you arbitrarily divorced me?
I raised my head to re-engage his gaze. Perhaps I will get all the answers to my questions. He looked defenseless, but why?
Why does he look to be defenseless? This touched a nerve with him. This was what he wanted. He divorced me for no apparent
reason. I could have divorced him for a lot of reasons, but I chose not to. It doesn’t make sense for him to be so desperate for
me now that he has what he wants.
overlooking? Camila, wake up! He isn’t your husband anymore. Why are you worried about him? This man does not give a damn
about you in the least.
My feelings are all over the place right now. I found myself embracing him so tightly that I required confirmation that he was
staying put, that he was mine. What exactly am I doing? I quickly broke the hug, and I could tell by looking into Chris’s eyes that
he wanted more of the hug just as much as I did. I should not let this man mess with my feelings.
“Get out!” I yelled, angrily.
But I saw something else when I yelled for him to get out. He was trying to hold back tears. What did I see wrong? However, a
tear slipped away from his eyes, and he hurriedly diverted his sight away from mine and walked away. Did I see right? What the
heck? What was that? Chris, crying. Someone should pitch me. But why?
~Christopher’s POV~
Fuck! I’m either insane or I’m just plain nuts. Yes, I desire reunification with my family, but why was I compelled to be so
passionate about her? Heck! Did I just burst into tears in front of Camille? Shit! I can’t afford to show Camille that there’s more to
this than what meets the eye. I’m hoping she doesn’t suspect anything. Like a fool, I wiped the tear that escaped my eye and
headed outside. I don’t trust anyone at the moment. I pulled out my phone and dialed Robin’s number.
Chris: Is it done?
Robin: Yes, sir, I was successful in getting Mary out of the house. I called her number to advise her that Madam had been
admitted to the hospital. I began installing it as soon as she left without being noticed.
Chris: Good job, Robin. As of today, ensure that no one is following you. There will be numerous unanswered riddles, and
because you are my right-hand man, some people may believe you have all the answers. Go and meet the old man. He’ll tell you
what you should do next.
to a halt a few feet away from my car, my hands deep in my pockets. Camille’s guards, whom I hired, lowered their heads slightly
in respect and unison. I know that my wife is in pain, but so am I. I also know she loves me, and it was nearly impossible for me
to see her cry. Her goal was to look into my eyes and get the answers she needed. My eyes welled up with tears at the way she
hugged me, and I needed to get out of there before I told her everything. Before I tell her ‘No, Mrs. Grayston, you are still my
wife.’ Before I tell her what she does not need to know at the moment, I want to emphasize that I do not trust anyone at the
moment. My primary concern is for Camille and Liam’s safety. This conduct by Grandfather, I believe, will exacerbate the
situation. My wife will be the center of attention. In addition, the vast majority of men will... Why hadn’t I thought of this before,
that cunning old man? He wanted to know whether they were after us or the empire. Does this imply that my wife is in danger? If
ever it is announced, let me not doubt the old man. I don’t believe he will divulge any information, but rather those seeking it will
begin asking questions. Why did I ever doubt that old man? I’m concerned about my wife. She is in pain, and I have been
inflicting pain on her for an extended period of time. There is a part of me that wants her to open the papers and find out that we
aren’t divorced. At the same time, it could be dangerous for her to know what is going on. Her sending me out in that manner
hurt, all the more so now that I’m forced to resume my jerk behavior. I swear I hate grandfather’s ideas because I look like a jerk
right now after what we shared last night. While it may be plausible for her to dismiss me and curse me, if she knew the truth, it.
will be less convincing for her to do so. She’s never been excellent at concealing her emotions. I retrieved my phone from my
pocket and dialed Mark’s number. Asking him to meet me at our normal meeting point once he was finished with whatever he
was doing at the hospital.
Who is Mark going to see? Is it possible that it’s my wife? I brushed it aside.
Chris: Hey, man, where have you gone?
Mark: I’m just out and about running errands.
He responded. I went completely still. However, shrug it off once more.
Chris: Meet me at our usual meeting location. I’m thirsty.
I hung up and looked in his direction. Why would Mark lie to me?
Is there something wrong with his father?
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