His Second Wife by Favor V April

~Christopher’s POV~

The following morning, I awoke with Camille draped across my torso and my hands wrapped around

her waist. I’m not sure how we ended up in this position, but whatever it was, she fit my torso perfectly.

It’s as though she was born there. However, I know that she would be mortified if she awoke and

discovered herself in my arms. I gently repositioned her head on her pillow. And kissed her on the

brow. I rose to my feet and walked over to the window.

This is causing a lot of problems for my wife. Regardless of whether the marriage was loveless, my

wife does not deserve to be escorted from her room by my ex-wife. What is this woman doing in my

house in the first place?

This is the worst thing that can happen to a man, two women living under the same roof. Claudia was

once fuckable, while Camille is someone I lust after with all my heart, but I can’t fuck her. I drew my

gaze at my wife while I was gently caressing my temples. I know I need to tell my wife what’s going on

so she can understand why I’m doing this. She is far too young for this nonsense, and I am unworthy of

her. I went back to bed and brushed her hair.

“Camille, wake up.” I whimpered when I called out to her.

Why does it have to be sexy?

I attempted to reawaken her once more. And her eyes grew open. I could tell she was irritated.

“Camille,” I called with a soft voice.

“Mmm.”

“Wake up. I’d like to speak with you.”

“What the fuck Stopher, why can’t you let me sleep peacefully?”

She rose. Her dreamy eyes met mine.

“It’s about Claudia.”

“Who is Claudia?”

“I will move the woman who went to our room yesterday, and we will have to go back to our room.”

“I’m not going to use anything that has been touched by another woman. If you want me to return to

that room, you must immediately start changing everything she has touched. I’m never going to sleep

in that bed. You’re going to change everything, including the bedsheets and the bed.”

“I’ll have Robin take care of it.”

“Is that all there is?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“You two need to sort out your differences. I don’t know why she left, or what happened, but please

keep her away from my son if she doesn’t have a pure heart. I will not be too understanding if she

attempts to harm my son or tells him she is his mother, knowing she will not stay. I do not care for her

attitude. She saw me yesterday and did not attempt to greet me. She came in, started squawking, and

headed to the bedroom. I would like her to keep it that way since she didn’t even have the decency of

greeting me. Allow her to remain silent in my presence. She acted as though she was the owner of this

house. Is there something that I am overlooking, Chris?”

“She knows that we are divorced, but she may be astonished at how I got the divorce papers without

her knowledge.”

“What exactly do you mean?”

“Claudia fled after giving birth to Liam to avoid having to sign the divorce papers. Her objective was for

me to remain unmarried, as she would remain married to me. However, I am now wed to you. It’s

possible she was caught off guard by the fact that I’m now married.”

“Too bad. Well, you sort out your shit. Let me go prepare breakfast. I’m hoping the treatment she

offered me yesterday continues. That is an area where I excel. Act like I don’t see you. I will be working

outside. I’m not interested in seeing her obnoxious face. I’ll hunt for a coffee shop nearby. She seemed

to be vying for my undivided attention. I have a lot to do, and I’m not about to divert my focus to an

adult ass like her.”

~Camila’s POV~

Today was the same as any other day. I woke up and went to the kitchen to make breakfast. Chris and

Liam always leave the house early. I will also be leaving the house, locking my office as I don’t want

anyone going through my things. That woman is up to no good. I know that for sure. Let her continue

avoiding me as she has been doing, and I will do the same. I set the table with the assistance of my

helpers. Chris walked down to take his seat while I completed setting the table.

“Do you have an early meeting today?” I asked him. He gave a nod. “I’m almost finished with breakfast.

I woke up a little late today.”

When everything was ready, Liam descended the stairs, and I noticed the woman from yesterday.

“Good morning Mama.”

“Morning my prince,” OI responded as I was busy setting the table.

“How are you today, Mommy?” inquired Liam.

“Mommy is doing well baby. How was your night, Mi Cielito?” I drew his head closer, kissed him on the

head, and put him into a chair.

“My night went swimmingly, Mama. Daddy, good morning,” he said to his father.

“Morning,” Chris responded. I noticed my son looking at the woman at the table with us. He cast a

glance my way then back to his father, probably wanting us to tell him how to address the woman, but

none of us spoke. That woman. What was her name again? Right, Claudia sat next to Chris after

pulling out a chair.

“Morning husband.” She stated, but I was oblivious to whatever game she was playing.

“Why are you calling my daddy your husband? My daddy is my Mama’s husband.” I saw the disdainful

look on the woman’s face as she stared down at my son.

“Because he’s my husband,” She answered, with a mocking smirk.

“Are you my Mama then?” I froze. Does Liam know that this woman is his mother? As I was deep in

thought, the woman shouted.

“No, never! I don’t have children!”

“Then my daddy is not your husband but my Mama’s husband. Only my Mama can call my daddy her

husband. Don’t you think Auntie? My teacher said a husband and a wife stay together, but you don’t

stay here and you can’t be my daddy’s wife. Only my Mama is.” I watched as Chris swallowed a laugh,

then the woman looked as though she wanted to be buried six feet under.

I served Chris and my son and left the food for her to serve herself. After all, I don’t know if she was

allergic to any of these before she starts to accuse me of trying to kill her. Furthermore, I am not her

maid. We ate. I sensed her gaze on me, but I was a carefree individual. I was still waiting for her

husband to reply to her ‘Good morning, husband,’ but he remained silent. This is going to be a lot of

fun.

“Why is that stupid woman still standing there? Can’t you see I’m hungry? Are you a fucking idiot? Dish

up for me, idiot!” My fork came dangerously close to pulling out my lungs. I choked and started

coughing uncontrollably.

How dare she?

I noticed Mary racing over to Claudia to prepare a plate; she was about to dish it up for Claudia. I yelled

at her.

“Mary!”

“Yes, ma’am.” She answered with shaky hands.

“Are you a fucking idiot?”

“Not at all, ma’am.”

“Are you insane?”

“Not at all, ma’am.”

“Then why do you permit someone to refer to you as stupid and an idiot?”

I could tell she was taken aback. I could tell she was speechless.

“Is it because you are a helper?” I inquired. She maintained her gaze on me, and I could see she was

terrified.

“Whether a helper or not, you should never allow someone to speak to you in that manner. You play a

critical role in this household. Numerous things would be impossible without you. Let no one look down

on you simply because you are a helper. Put that plate back on the table. If she is hungry, she has

hands. She’ll do it herself. If she wants your help she will have to apologize to you. You are not a

servant or a slave. You are a person who is willing to assist others. If you’re not interested in doing

something, you have every right to say No to anyone, including me. Are you following? Return to your

original position after dropping that plate. If she is hungry and has hands, don’t even offer her a single

glass of water until she apologizes for calling you stupid and an idiot. After an hour, if she has not

apologized to you, begin referring to her as foolish and idiotic as well. Sitting at this table does not

elevate her over you. Additionally, you have the freedom to call her whatever you choose; she is not a

lion. Furthermore, she has no idea what your monthly salary is. She is a guest and guests should

respect themselves in other people’s houses.”

Chris came dangerously close to choking on his food. I extended a smile to the madam sitting on the

other side of the table, folding her hands. Everyone was eating, and she was throwing daggers at me. I

knew she wouldn’t say anything to me because we hadn’t spoken. She walked into my house and

started making demands as though she didn’t see anyone. I was invisible to her, and she is invisible to

me.

“I’m ready, Mommy.”

“Let’s go, sweetie. Mary, the list you provided is quite extensive. Could you please accompany me?” As

I handed Liam his backpack, Chris unexpectedly kissed me on the cheek. I had no idea where it came

from. I wasn’t about to demonstrate to this woman that it was the first. I grinned as I stared at him

tenderly. That could have perplexed him in the same way that his kiss perplexed me. I will play the

loving wife in front of this woman in any situation.

“ Let’s go, baby.”