His Second Wife

Chapter 34

Christopher grew tired of sitting in the same position. He rose to check on Liam. The guy found himself kissing his kid for the first time. Christopher had always loved his son but after being duped by his ex- wife, his feelings for his son shifted after he discovered what Claudia had done. From that day forward, his feelings for the boy in her womb shifted. He adored his son as if nothing else mattered, but being duped caused him to reconsider Liam. When he asked Claudia who the father of the child she was carrying was, Claudia had no idea between the two men who had conceived her, despite the fact that she desired the child to be Joshua’s. The results indicated that Chris was the father. Though it was too late for their marriage. Loving Liam has been a source of contention, a constant reminder that his wife deceived him. He initially wanted to kill her when he found out about her and his elder brother, but she was the mother of his child.

He knelt by the boy and sobbed. Uncertain of what to do, he has always lived the life of a man who is unconcerned about anything, but he regrets his acts when he is alone. Despite his refusal to admit it, he is a broken man. For years, the man demonstrated no affection towards anyone, not even his own son.

“I’m so sorry son; I love you more than anything in the world, but I can’t help it. I am incapable of providing you with the affection you deserve. As a parent, I failed you and now I am failing another person as a husband. Please accept my apologies, son. I simply cannot appear frail. Emotions make people weak, and if I begin to act like a regular man, people will begin to attack my family in an attempt to apprehend me. You would be better off staying with your mum. She loves you with her entire being.” He said to his son.

He kissed his brow and sat beside him. This is something Christopher has been covertly doing. However, no one is aware of that aspect of him. He would rather be viewed as a monster or a player than as a father. Chris rose from the bed, removed his tuxedo, and walked over to his wife, who was lying on the bed next to his son. He embraced her with his hands. Christopher shifted on the bed in order to get a better view of the woman next to him. She radiated serenity. He found it peculiar that he

was in love with his wife. Something that should never have happened because he understood that sleeping with her would be the equivalent of sleeping with his younger sister.

While his mind raced, he looked at her, confident that he loved her enough to fight for her, but not enough to have her. Though he wished he had never pushed his fingers into her, things got complicated each time they met. Each time they meet, he’s always messing things up for them. He succumbed to jealousy. He could tell that, despite the fact that she was sleeping, she appeared to be at ease now. She ceased to tremble. Her skin appeared to be as smooth and as soft as the cushions. When he looked at her, horrible memories flooded his head. He couldn’t help but think of the number of times she’d taken his shit. How many times has she caught him with various ladies right-handed? He was well aware that he did not deserve her. It felt like months of pain not having her around; pure, brutal, mental, and emotional torture. However, he now had time to lie near her. He couldn’t stop himself from thinking about how natural it felt to be in bed with her. He knew he was wrong to harbor such thoughts about his wife. However, it is something he cannot control. He was so smitten with her that he was afraid one day he might wanna give in to his feelings for her. He’d never felt that way about anyone before, not even the lady he married out of what he thought was love. However, falling in love with a little girl was never part of the plan, she was just a wife and a good mother to his son. She was a tool for peace and now he has fallen for her and he can’t do anything about it. Falling in love was never part of the plan, the plan was to use her. Now using her feels like a sin.

Robin rang him late at night to show him the CCTV outside the eatery. He ventured out to meet Robin. They entered Camila’s car and began watching it, which, of course, indicated that Camila was the intended victim. Chris and Robin only got the vehicle’s license plate number; they could see a woman and a guy inside, but not their faces.

“Go home and rest, and I’ll see you the next day.” Robin departed, and Chris walked back to his wife and son.

~Third-person POV~

I sat outside the room, posing as a doctor. I’m waiting for Chris to make a mistake. And, as had been predicted, the man was unable to stand in the hospital. I ran to seize the door as he exited the room. When I entered the room, I noticed two beds adjacent to each other, although I was only here for one person, Camila. I observed her sleeping soundly. It would be a waste of time to drug her. I want to hear her scream my name, moan, and plead with me to fuck her harder. I slithered my fingers across her exquisite flesh.

She’s far too delicate. Instantly, I became quite hard. Why would Chris marry a girl he knows he will never touch? I’ll help him by fucking her first before he can touch her. I licked the lobe of her ear. My hands cupped her breasts. Tonight, this girl is entirely mine. I could care less if this boy awakens and finds me on top of her. At her age, she should not be portraying a mother.

I removed my shirt and took off my trousers. I ascended the bed and began kissing Camila from her toes to her thigh. I reached for her thigh and was powerless to resist, this girl is a temptress without even trying. I tore open her dress, revealing Camila’s skin. She started to notice what was happening and started yelling.

I didn’t care, she couldn’t fight me due to an injury to her leg. She had no choice but to scream for help. But then I covered her mouth and continued to cup her breast.

“Shit, not even my wife has the finest breast like this, you are so good. Be a good girl and I will make you feel so good.”

“Help! Help!” She yelled.

“What a shame. Your husband is most likely having sex with another woman, as we speak. He isn’t here to help you in any way. You are almost certainly a bored wife. Allow me to gratify your desires.”

“Help!”

~Christopher’s POV~

I was on my way to Camille’s hospital room where my wife and son were. I heard noises coming from the room. It was my wife crying for help.

Is there a problem with my son? No, there is nothing wrong with him. He was of Grayston ancestry.

I began sprinting toward the door, and as I opened it, I was astounded by what I saw.

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“You, Chris. You weren’t supposed to be here! What exactly are you doing here?”

My palm alone was strong enough to shatter the man’s empty skull. Everyone in this city knows not to cross me. I may be ruthless and a womanizer. If you cross me, you will die before you can utter a single word. Already, the stupid idiot who tried to rape my wife was on the floor pleading for his life.

He knew that I was maintaining self-control in order to avoid appearing to be a beast in front of my wife and son.

My wife was frightened. Her recent ordeal was horrible. She shivered, and she was unable to form a word and felt discouraged and humiliated. Her trembling was out of control. I knew that the moron knew better than to flee. He is powerless to flee. I swiftly unfastened my shirt and lavished it on my wife, passionately hugging her. I assuaged her fears by assuring her that everything would be alright. My heart was racing and boiling at the same time, but Camila didn’t know this dark side of me. She has already witnessed enough. It wasn’t easy to maintain my composure. I was never a composed individual. Yes, in business. However, if you fuck with me, I exhibit no remorse. I am at fault. The days he was eye-raping her, I could have ended him. I could have ended it all there. Now, this moron tried to

rape her, how did he know where my wife was? I took out my phone and called Robin, telling him to go back to the hospital.

The idiot did not dare to flee; he was well aware that it would be futile. When Chris wants you, Chris will go all out of his way to get you. He was begging for his life on the floor. While I focused on making sure my wife calmed down from what had just happened to her, I laid down with her, she clung to me as though her life depended on it. I hate seeing Camille this scared. It is my fault I am failing my dear wife in every aspect. She looked into my eyes and I could see fear, fear that I would leave her, fear that she was about to be raped. I lay on the bed, hugging her, not caring that we seemed too intimate. I hugged her and caressed her hair till she fell asleep. I looked at him, the man who tried to get his hands on what belonged to me but was afraid to move. He was still pleading on the floor.

Robin entered the room and was taken aback to see the man.

“Do not touch him; he is completely mine,” I spoke in a measured tone. I noticed Camille slowly opening her eyes and starting to stare at me. I knew that Camila knew that I would not let him go, I knew she knew that I was up to mischief. She was well aware that people dreaded me. I also know that she had a hunch that I was about to murder the idiot, but she remained silent. I tried my best to remain calm.

“Ye-yes, sir. I will not touch him.” Robin gasped.

Camille stared at me and moved her tiny hands to my face and started caressing my face. I signaled Robin to take the man away. Camille’s eyes were pleading with me. I don’t know why. She continued to look at me, then leaned closer and kissed me. I closed my eyes and stupidly gave in to the kiss. It was just a simple kiss, but it was enough to send me into a frenzy. She broke the kiss and continued to stare at me.

“Did he hurt you?” I asked and she shook her head. “What did he do?” She started sobbing, “Tell me what he did to you?” She looked at me and noticed I was dead serious. “Camille.”

“He..” She started to tremble yet again, “He kissed my thighs and cupped my breast, then I woke up, I swear he did fuck me Chris, please believe me.” Why would my wife think it’s her fault that she was almost raped? I hugged her.

“Camille, none of this is your fault. You didn’t ask for him to try to rape you. You didn’t ask for any of this. Even if he did rape you, you are still my wife, Camila Grayston, and you are still the best mother in the world. Rape doesn’t change who you are to me, get that? You are amazing and that’s why I love you so damn much. Rape is not a woman’s fault and you shouldn’t be ashamed or look down on yourself because of it. It doesn’t change who you are. You didn’t ask for it. You hear?” She nodded, “Now try to get some sleep, I’m not leaving you guys. I’ll be right here with the two of you.” I said as I planted a kiss on her forehead.