His Second Wife

Chapter 3

~Camila’s POV~

“You get here smelling strongly of alcohol. What was a little boy like that doing alone in the street? Do you consider yourself to be a father? You were out having a blast while your kid came dangerously close to being hit by a car. What kind of parent are you? ” He fixed me with a bewitching glare. I was aware that he was exerting self-control as a result of my gender, but I would not allow this.

“Simply express gratitude to God. You are a woman. If not, I could have killed you right here today and never ever try that again. If you do, I vow I will overlook the fact that you’re a woman.” The doctor entered just as I was going to throw a punch at him.

“Mrs. Grayston, you omitted to include your relationship with the patient. You are not required to exit the room. You may inform me and I will take care of everything for you.”

“I am his mother.”

“I appreciate it, Mrs. Grayston.” The guy’s eyes widened and he wanted to speak, but I needed to silence this man whore before he vomited whatever garbage he was carrying.

“Do you want to urge that?” I saw his face turning frigid and trust me saying I’m the boy’s mother made him so angry. Trust me he already killed me in his heart. I’m dead, I know. He stormed out of the ward, pounding on the ward door, “arrogant asshole!” I murmured.

“Mommy,” holy shit, was this boy awake the whole time? how much did he hear? I want the earth to burst open and engulf me. I cursed myself. “Fuck!”

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Christopher remained still in the faint light of his office. He was holding a glass of his poison in one hand and his trousers in the other. He leaned forwards to stare out the window, his gaze fixed on his

customary place on the San Diego Boulevard. Whenever he stepped on the place, the consequence was always negative. He assigned the view to mastermind. His whole body stiffened as he considered what he would do this time. His gaze scanned the street in search of inspiration. He grinned and sipped his poison when he discovered none. He walked over to his office mirror, pouting as he examined the fingerprints his little wife had left on his face. “You’ve made a grave mistake, little wife, and you’re going to pay terribly for this.” He chuckled at the prospect of a 22-year-old smacking him.

“She is a formidable woman. However, no one touches me, and gets away with it.” While he was scrubbing the fingerprints off his now-red face, his buddy Mark entered.

“I believed I was a binge drinker. What’s going on with you?”

“I’m contemplating how to punish my wife, and I’ve come up with the ideal solution.”

Why would you want to punish your wife if you haven’t seen her in three months?”

“Well, we happened to meet today by coincidence, and she smacked me twice.” Mark erupted in laughter.

“You were smacked by your wife. I need to meet your wife, man.”

“Without a doubt. I never desired to be trapped with her, but she will now be compelled to come to play mother to Liam. I’m going back to the hospital, I’ll ring you back later, let’s have some drinks tonight.”

Christopher stepped out of his office and made his way to the hospital. He peered into the two’s conversation as he entered Liam’s ward. Camila was pressing her phone and he saw she was calling him.

“Are you going to leave me, Mommy? The children at school are always saying, “I don’t have a mother.”

“There is no way. Why would I leave such a gorgeous young man as you? You’re going to tell those children that you have a mother, an extraordinary mother. I will pick you up from school every day to show those children that you are the man.” I entered before my phone rang when she picked up her phone.

“We’re prepared. Exactly the man I wanted to see. Liam has been discharged. Let’s go home.” This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Home?”

“I despise repetition, honey. Now, are we going, or are you going to remain there and study me? Trust me, you have the rest of your life to study me. Let’s go,”

Chris swore he married the wrong person. She is incredibly little, and she is already directing his every move. He hated being told what to do.

For tonight, I’m going to let it go since she’s making my kid happy. He thought to himself.

“Okay, let’s go.”