His Second Wife

Chapter 23

~Camila’s POV~

It’s been about a week since I left the United States, and the only thing I’m missing is my son. I feel like a bad mother leaving him behind, but then I don’t know if Chris and his ex-wife sorted their difference and Liam is still mine. My mind is all over the place, but I want my son. I’m not sure why I have such a deep connection with the boy. I mean, he has nothing to do with me. His parents have most likely been fucking every day since I left. I think it is high time for me to come to terms with reality. I married him in order to get a United States residency. But I don’t care anymore. I wanted to accomplish things my own way, without the assistance of my family.

I hate it when they help me. I really don’t call for help and when I do ask for help they will come running as they know that I hardly ask for help. I heard a knock at the door before.

“Come in,” I said.

The door swung open to reveal the only person in the universe who brightens my day. I jumped at the chance to hug him.

“My baby!”

“Mommy, I missed you.”

“Who brought you here, mi cielito?” I twirled him around.

“Why did you leave me, Mommy?”

“No, darling, your Mommy will never leave you. Mommy came here on a business trip. How can I leave a fine boy like you? Oh my gosh, I missed you!”

“Are you coming back with me?”

“Of course, my love. Come, let me show you around.” Having Liam here is everything. All of my worries have vanished into thin air. How can a little boy offer so much delight to someone who has nothing to do with him? Everything pales in comparison to my feelings for this boy. He is my entire universe. But then, I was going to lose him to his mother and father. We took pictures. My family has a little vineyard. We do not sell our wines in order to conserve space. We focus a lot on the family business of designing structures.

Everyone in my family is an architect. I am one, but I never went to school to become one. I learned by simply sitting and watching my father draw. I decided to forge my own way. I opted to design clothes. I took Liam on a tour of our coffee estate, explaining everything he needed to know about coffee. My little boy was overjoyed. We continued to take pictures. Liam and I almost took photos of everything.

“Who brought you here, Liam?”

“I came by myself. Grandpa promised me that the pilot would take me to you, so I came and was driven here.”

“Did you come by yourself?”

“No, with the captain and the other passengers aboard the plane.” ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

“Oh baby, I’m so sorry; mommy will never leave you alone, okay?”

“Mommy, are you coming home with me?”

“Mommy is coming home with you, darling. Have you been attending classes?”

“Yes, Uncle Robin has been driving me to and from school. Mommy, are you mad at me?”

“Never. You are my entire world. Why should I be angry with you? Let’s go grab something to eat now, shall we?”

Liam and I strolled over to the dining table and took a seat. I noticed my father looking at me, then his gaze moved to my wedding band. But he didn’t say anything. My brothers and cousins were also present. Despite Liam’s addressing me as ‘Mommy,’ no one asked anything.

They didn’t ask me a single question. I’m the last child in my family, but I’m also my own person. I don’t obey any of their rules. I am the only member of the family who does not work for the family business, and I dislike attending functions. As a result, just a few people are aware of my existence. Those that do know me are those who knew my mother, as I appear to be quite similar to her. My father surprised me after we finished eating.

“Boy, come to Grandpa.” Liam went to my father, and my father introduced himself to Liam.

“But I only have one grandfather.”

“Well, now you have two.” My brothers and cousins all followed suit. Liam felt more at ease with them. They accepted him as my son without any doubt and asked anything. They loved him, and I was relieved that they did not consider my son an outcast. My family surprised me, but overall, I’m relieved that I’ve been able to forget about Chris and his disrespect for me.

I’ve been in Mexico for nearly two weeks. The first week, I was locked in my room, and for the second week, I was with my son. I can only think of one person who can make me smile, Liam. I’ve settled on and devised the most efficient method for Chris and me to solve this. I hope it works. It’s all for the better.

Liam and I flew back to the United States a week later. I took my car from the airport parking lot where I left it and drove home. Well, it’s still home, since Liam is the only thing that’s keeping here. I have a way out of this marriage, but I told Liam I would not abandon him, but that doesn’t mean I have to stay with Chris’s ex-wife. When we got home, Liam was sleeping, undoubtedly exhausted from all the ups and downs of the previous weeks. I dragged him into his room. I tucked him into bed and went to mine

and Chris’s rooms. The same noise that drove me to escape the nation greeted me. I went outside to see what was going on. Trust me, I knew what was going on, but curiosity kills me all the time. Of course, when I opened the door, Chris was banging Claudia yet again. He assured me he wouldn’t do it at home. It’s a good thing I’m done with all of these ruses. I stepped out, closing the door behind me. The door swung open, and I heard it slam. I didn’t turn around. I continued walking. I grabbed my phone and texted him:

Meet me downstairs when you are done.

~Christopher’s POV~

Yet again, I’ve been caught red-handed. At the very least, I won’t make news. What the hell am I saying? Fuck! Claudia is a good fuck, but I’m sure what I’m doing now will cause Claudia to disrespect Camille. When I went to my room to take a shower and change my clothes, I realized something was unusual about it. I glanced around the bathroom. There was nothing that belonged to Camille.

I opened every closet and was greeted solely by empty hangers. Is she going to leave? Does she believe she can get out of this marriage? She’s joking, of course.

I sprinted down the steps. She was preparing a meal. I took a seat at the table and waited for her to arrive. She then approached the table, holding some documents. She poured herself a glass of wine, drank it, and removed her wedding band. She piled the ring on top of the papers and tossed them my way. We sat as if we were in a courtroom, with vast space between us. She sipped her wine again and said,

“I want a divorce.”