His Second Wife

Chapter 33

~Christopher’s POV~

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, but I walked towards the table nonetheless.

“Can you tell me what he’s doing here, mother?”

“He’s your father, Liam, I invited him.” I didn’t know what to say, even after our fight she still managed to make me look good in the eyes of my son. Why does she have to be so perfect? She confuses me even more, more like I’m the one in the wrong. More like she is waiting for me to grow up and accept us, our family. Does she feel the same way about me, or does she think I’m an old bastard who knows nothing more than to stick his cock in a kitty?

“But why?”

“We haven’t gone out as a family, so I thought it would be best if he came.”

“Why are you doing all the talking, Mother? Can’t your so-called husband speak?”

“Young man, do not speak to your father in that way.”

“He is not my father!” he responded.

“Liam Ivan Grayston!” Camila screamed. Wow, she even gave him a Mexican name. I like the name, ‘Ivan’ Gift from God. I had to taste how the name rolled from my mouth. Camille, my wife, she’s the fucking best and this girl makes me question everything I have ever believed in. I have watched how all my brothers’ wives treat their kids, they don’t even care about their kids, and they have no time for their kids. Not my Camille, she cherishes Liam and has more time for Liam than me. If you ask me, even if we get to be a real couple, I’ll be her second priority. Liam will always be her first. This makes me wonder if she ever had kids of her own. Will she still treat Liam the same? “Is this how you speak with your elders? Now, apologies to your father,” Liam shook his head. I sat there, perplexed, wondering

what to make of it all. When did this brat gain the ability to fly? However, I was intrigued by something else. I couldn’t give a fig about him if I tried.

“Is this your date?” I asked. She didn’t even bother to look me in the eye. Well, I got jealous because of that, Mine, and it turns out Mine was my own son. But then lean to my side.

“Will you stop being a dick and act like you were invited.” A dick? This girl talks as if she has seen me naked before. Well, she has seen your cock before and your butt, so yes, she has seen it. My traitor of a voice reminded me. I hate that inner voice, it’s a traitor, that is the voice I hate because that stupid voice will never miss the opportunity to tell me I love this girl I married.

“Well, this dick was a second away from screwing your cunt in the office, how do I act like I was invited?” I saw how annoyed she got after my statement.

“I’ve lost my appetite,” Liam commented. I observed my wife stranded between a father and a son, unsure of what to do.

“Can you tell me what’s wrong with you, baby? Why don’t you want to eat?” She asked with a motherly voice.

“The issue with you two is that you believe I am a helpless little boy who does not know what is going on. This man, whom you claim to be my father or rather your husband, has not the slightest regard for you or me, yet you will continue to cover up for him. Why, Mother? Do you think I don’t know that this man doesn’t care about me, or even you? I am not a child, Mother. Even though you never explained why I know why we left that house. I know everything. Since that aunty moved in, things have been different. Dad, no, this man has changed. And you want me to share a table with this man? No, Mama, absolutely not. He doesn’t care about us. He only cares about that aunty.”

“Liam Ivan Grayston!” Camila gasped.

Fuck! Is this to imply that this boy is all-knowing? Isn’t he meant to be a four-year-old child? He is now five years old. This boy has a cold personality. How can a 5-year-old be this cold? He looks at me with a haughty expression on his face. Not backing down.

“Are you surprised I know everything? You two pretend to be these two power couples while my mother weeps every night?”

“I swear, if you utter another word, I will forget you are my son.” I barked, he can’t be talking to his mother like that. Yea, I am a dick he can talk to me anyhow.

“Haven’t you already forgotten that fact? It is well known to both of us that you do not love me and that I am not here to be loved by you. You hate everything about me. Why should I care how you feel about me? I am uninterested in you, and you are not my father.”

“Liam, you will not speak to your father in such a disrespectful manner. Apologize right now!”

“No, Mother, I will not!” Liam yelled.

“Liam, apologies to your father!”

“He is not my father!” I saw how helpless my wife was. She was this close to weeping, but she kept her computer. This brat is somehow too cold for a 5-year-old.

~Camila’s POV~

Chris doesn’t know that Liam is as frigid as he is and I am certain he will not apologize. What perplexes me is that my son knew of our ruse from the beginning. Is it so awful of me to conceal everything with a smile? I just wanted him to think highly of his father. Fathers are meant to be heroes to their kids. I wanted Chris to be like that in Liam’s eyes.

This was something I was doing for him. I put on a fake smile for him not to notice anything. It’s possible that he did this in order to cover up his father’s actions, this dinner. To what end is Chris causing us so much harm? I stared at both of them and felt the need to flee. They are both obstinate. I drew my chair back and walked away. I want some fresh air or a reprieve from the two of them. Something I am certain of is that Liam would never back down but Chris is unaware of this and I also know that Chris will not back down due to his pride. I took a big breath as I walked toward my car. Suddenly, a car was barreling at me as I crossed the street. I attempted to flee, but the car pursued me in every direction I went, and everything went black. My son coming after me and apologizing was the last thing I registered.

~Christopher’s POV~

I took in the scene in front of me. I was at a loss about what to make of it. I dashed over to check on Liam. I could sense the pounding of his heart. He was okay. He was not harmed in any way. Camille was bleeding. This is the first time in my life I cursed ever driving a sports car, my car can’t take the two of them. The result of being a dick rather than a family man. I remembered that Camille drove to this place. I hastened to get her and Liam to her car, where I rushed them to the hospital. While at the hospital, I hoped and prayed that they were both fine. The car did not strike Liam, although he experienced a shock. Camille was in a lot of pain. Who was that mysterious figure? Who would wish to harm Camille and why did the car veer toward Liam? Is it possible that someone wanted to harm Liam in order to get to Camille? However, who would commit such an act to a Grayston? Who would want to harm my family? I took out my phone to call Robin.

“Assemble the CCTV outside the Hype restaurant for me.”

“Certainly, sir,” he said.

They were both in the same room since I know that if one of them awakens, they will ask for the other. I was seated between their beds when Camille yelled.

“Liam! Where is my son, Chris?” She looked terrified.

“He is, in fact, right here. Are you alright?”

“No, I want my son!” She looked terrified and unable to think clearly. I touched her cheeks and locked my gaze with hers.

“Your boy is fine, Camille. He’s right here. Look at me, Liam is fine,” she shook her head. She hugged me and began sobbing, completely oblivious to the fact that her leg was damaged. I’m perplexed how someone who is not even related to her can hold such significance for her. I know that I should not say this, but why is Camille so much closer to Liam than his mother is? Why did she leap when the car veered away towards Liam and struck her rather than him? Claudia would never do such a thing. She is far too self-centered. Camille jumped for the car to hit her instead of her boy. Should I just accept my fate and be with her, but how does a 35-year-old dick stick his cock in a 22-year-old kitty? I’m fucked.

“Shhh, look over there. Your son is there.” She raised her head and sighed. I stroked Camille until she fell asleep. Liam has not moved an inch since we got here, but I can’t tell Camille that. She is going to panic.

I sat in the corner and observed my family. I have never been a family man and have no intention of becoming one, yet no one dares my family. Camille and Liam are mines, my family.

We may have our differences, but they are still my family. I’m not sure who did this, but I will not show any mercy. Let them pray that the restaurant outside does not have surveillance cameras. I will continue to look for them until I locate them. No one touches a Grayston and lives to tell the tale.

~Third-person POV~

Shit! How did that brat manage to get in the way? His wife was destined to perish. Of course, I did not intend to kill two birds with one stone, my fucking lucky day. I’m going to make him lose the people he

cares about. He had been unfaithful to his wife, but he would go to any length for her. She has become my target, which is a terrible pity. I pray the boy is no longer alive. Why would this woman be devoid of emotion? She requested I strike the boy. Is it possible that what I heard was a fabrication? This had better be a good job because I’d lost everything because of that girl’s actions. If not, I shall have to have her. She is stunning. Imagine making headlines that I had fucked the wife of the most feared man in San Diego. No, I absolutely must have that girl. She is lovely and appears to be naïve. Chris has never touched her, I am certain. I’m going to fuck her first before he does. As for the boy, let him die. Let Chris experience the agony of losing everything. My aim now is to rape his wife when she is in the hospital bed. That would be sexy, dressing her up like a small doctor. I have to have that girl. She is the focal point of it all. I shall not rest till my cock is ensconced in her teeny-tiny pussy.

“You, woman, are also a member of his family. Find the hospital where Camila is being treated. Tonight, I’d like to have her. She cannot fight because of an injury to her leg. This is helpful for me.”

Fuck! My dick hurts at the prospect of Chris’s wife. Why hasn’t he had her? I mean she is sexier than any woman I have come across.

“You want to have her?”

“Why would I ask you this?”

I’m having her tonight. She will be screaming as my cock stretches her kitty and her leg in pain at the same time. That would be the sexiest moan I would ever hear. I know that bastard will not be in the hospital. He’ll be on the lookout for someone to fuck in order to forget about what happened, and I’m going to have his wife tonight.