His Second Wife by Favor V April

Chapter 22

~Claudia’s POV~

I was at my house. Although this is not my home per se, I know that bitch is the one allowing me to stay here as Liam’s mother. Not that I’m worried. I am his mother. As far as I know, I am not a mother. I can’t even imagine myself as a mother. It’s fortunate that the girl took on that position. Chris, on the other hand, knows that I am the one who birthed his successor. When I turned on the television, I was confronted by a massive structure.

At an estimated cost of $500 million. The city’s wealthiest and most feared man had just bought a property and constructed a massive building for his lovely wife.

I heard the news presenter stating it on television.

Why did Chris purchase such a structure for that girl? Why hadn’t he purchased anything for me during our time together? He used to exclusively take me out. Could it be that I never wanted to work, or that he wasn’t in love with me after all? Why is it that that girl has to have everything? What makes this girl so unique? What does she have that I don’t have? How naïve am I, huh? I can’t even get work, but a small girl has everything I need.

I’ll have to make certain that I sleep with Chris. I know he’s not interested in me, that man hates my guts, but one thing is for sure he will fuck me.

Perhaps if I sleep with him only once, she will gather her belongings and return to where she came from. Let me go take a bath and change into some lingerie. I’ll have to devise a way of sleeping with him, as he fucks anything fuckable. I know I am fuckable, I used to drive him crazy after all. I’m just going to claim we’re fucking buddies since I know he’ll never fuck me if I bring up marriage. Perhaps state that I wish to give our family a chance. He, myself, and Liam. I will have to ensure that I cry in order to get what I desire.

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Chris, Camila, and Liam, as well as the helpers, did not return home that night. They returned to the residence the following morning. Claudia’s idea failed to materialize.

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~Claudia’s POV~

It was a Sunday morning. I had a feeling Chris would be in his study. So I went to his study. When I arrived, I noticed he was still wearing his sweatpants. Fuck, this man embodied everything a woman desires. He possessed a strong physique. He didn’t have a t-shirt on. He was on a call, so I used the opportunity to touch his muscular torso and a shiver ran down my spine, anticipating a rejection. He shifted his gaze to mine and I continued to touch him while he was on call. The call was critical, and I was confident he would not make any noise and I was confident that I wouldn’t be rejected, at least not today. This way, I would get what I want, and what I want is Camila gone from this house. I yanked down his pants, grabbed his cock, and began sucking. Thank God for the lengthy call. I stripped down to my underwear and bent over his desk. I wiggled my ass for him. I knew that he was hard and in desperate need of release. I heard him telling the other person on the line that,

“This concludes the discussion.” I smiled, knowing that I was going to make a racket till Camila walked in on us. I don’t want her around, I fucking want her gone. I pulled his shaft and stuffed it inside me, but he pulled out and reached for a condom. This guy has a massive cock. I made no noise because he was still on call. I took a deep breath and sucked it in as he destroys my pussy while on call. His shaft was massive and really skillful. He started to thrust in and out violently as he talked on the phone. He then increased his speed. Even more, one of my hands flew to my mouth swallowing all my screams. He was shoving his giant, thick, delectable member into me savagely. I then heard him drop the phone and grasp my waist as he plunged deep into me. I knew there would be no way I would remain silent. Not long after the door to Chris’s study was flung open to reveal the stupid little girl I was about to get

rid of, I stared at her and grinned. Chris couldn’t see her, but I did. If Chris saw her, I’m sure he’d stop fucking me. novelbin

“Yes, yes, oh fuck me, fuck me, daddy,” I said, smiling at the stupid girl watching me wiggle my ass for her so-called husband. “Oh yes, fuck me, daddy!” I want you out of this house. I mean I don’t need to demonstrate anything to her, she can clearly see for herself that she is no match for me and that she is the third wheel. She doesn’t belong here. I licked my lips and bit my bottom lip as she watched me enjoy her husband’s fuckable cock.

“Camille!” Chris shouted her name from behind me. Annoyed, I turned my gaze to face him. I could see he was scared or concerned, but why? The girl stepped out of the room, closing the door behind her. Chris came to a halt, wore his pants, and went after her.

It’s a little too late for that, Chris. I’m hoping that after what she just witnessed, she finally leaves.

~Camila’s POV~

I was in my room when I heard sounds that were obvious to me, but then I wanted to check. I walked into Chris’s study, where the commotion was coming from, only to find my husband fucking his ex-wife, or should I say, the man I married solely to get US residency. They didn’t lie when they said curiosity killed a cat. I knew that this was going to happen. However, I believed I could handle it. Of course, I will handle it, but who am I? He was sleeping with his child’s mother, and I’m simply a girl with nothing but the wife title. We are nothing to each other, but why does it hurt that he is sleeping with Claudia? I mean he has been fucking anything and everything and I wasn’t affected. Why does this hurt so much?

I have nothing. Liam isn’t my son. Perhaps I should leave. They could be a happy family, I mean. Why do I feel as if I’m hindering a wonderful thing? Perhaps coming to the United States was a huge mistake, after all. Besides, they are a family and I am an outsider. My tears were uncontrollable. Why am I inconsolable? He wanted to sleep with me only two days ago. He purchased a building for me last

night. If I stay and put up a fight, who will I be fighting for? Him? I am nobody to him. What are they to me?

I am nobody, I have nothing to fight for. Chris and I need to divorce. It hurts so much that my chest aches, but why? He is just a paper husband. My hands were shaking as I reached out for my phone and sent a text message to my brother. He responded very too quickly. I left my phone at home and took my laptop. I was certain Chris would track it down. I got to the airport and parked my car. I’m not interested in him locating me. I shall return when I am well. I need to think, he was never my husband, but it hurts watching him fuck Claudia. Why did he make a fool out of me? Why did he want us to play the loving couple in front of Claudia and betrayed me?

I have never been this betrayed in my life. Why did he use me to get to his ex-wife? I was just a pawn for him. I was nothing but a pawn.

My brother arrived in the family’s private jet to fetch me. He saw tears in my eyes but didn’t ask me anything. I hate hearing I told you so. My brothers never wanted me to leave Mexico, but I was so naive and now, now I have no one but the same family. I thought they were overprotective.

“Did a boy hurt you, Bitsy?”

“Don’t call me that!” I said while wiping my tears. That is how I left the United States and returned to Mexico with my brother Eduardo. When I got home, my father didn’t question me. As a result, neither did I mention anything about marrying an American boy. I retired to my room to ponder. I didn’t even consider how difficult it was to think, but instead, I sobbed. I wish Mama was here, but I can’t even tell anyone I was married. My poor choices. They don’t need to know that piece of information. I sobbed uncontrollably till I fell asleep.

~Christopher’s POV~

I’m still reeling from what I did to my wife. I’m sure she had no objection to my fucking around, but me fucking Claudia, I crossed the line.

How am I going to rectify this situation?

She departed while I was preparing to dress. I’m not even sure where I’d look for her. I know she doesn’t have friends. Where do I begin my search?

Fuck, I made a huge mistake.

She’s probably convinced herself that she’s standing between me and Claudia.

Why did I cave into Claudia’s demands? Was she making all that racket in order to draw my wife’s attention to us? Is it possible that I fell for this woman’s tricks? I could have killed her if she hadn’t given birth to my son. Why, Christopher, why did I do that?

Shit, I messed up big time. We were busy playing the loving couple in front of Claudia. She might have left because of her womanly pride. Why did I do this to her?

I could have fucked her in a different location, but not in our home. I returned to my study and Robin entered.

“Where has she gone?” I asked.

“We located her car at the airport, but she did not board an airplane. We sought the film and discovered the following. She parked her car, and a car arrived at the airport to pick her up. We tried to track down the car owner but we failed. We monitored her phone usage. She sent a message to someone to come and pick her up before she left the house. The message was written in Spanish. When we tried to get the phone number, the phone’s contents and contacts were promptly deleted. I’m not entirely certain who you’re married to, boss, but the woman you married is a mystery.”

“Are you trying to tell me that my wife has departed the country and cannot be located?”

“That is, unfortunately, the case, boss. We made every effort.”

My team has been tracking every move she has made ever since I married her. I’m unable to locate her details. The funny part is I know nothing about my wife. Now she has vanished into thin air, and I can’t locate her. To be honest, I know just who to ask. My grandfather knows who my wife is but that old man will never share that piece of information with me.

“Forget it. I doubt you will locate her. I know of someone who will.”

I drove to the old man. I found him with my grandmother. He knows that I am not paying him a visit. My grandfather is the only man I respect in my family and love more than my own parents. I do not play with that old man, he is my rock. I shall not spare him even a passing glance. We proceeded to his study.

“What do you want?” he inquired.