~Camila’s POV~It’s infuriating to have to go out every time. I’ll have to hunt for a rental office. I’m not sure what that woman wants, but she is definitely up to something. I value my privacy. No one knows the face behind CAMMY designs, and I’d like it to remain a mystery. I sipped the last of the coffee in the cup and requested my bill from the waitress. I’ve established myself as a regular at this coffee shop. The waitress smiled at me as she handed me the bill, and I paid and drove home. When I returned home and began cooking, I asked Mary to assist me with setting the table. Claudia descended just as the front door opened, donning a really stunning evening gown that revealed her ample boobs. I’m not sure if this is to prove to me that she has larger boobs than mine or to show Chris what he is missing. I chuckled under my breath. She’s trying way too hard these days. Chris gave her a passing glance, seemingly oblivious to the way she pressed her breasts together while seated nex

~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 cha

~Christopher’s POV~ I was still standing there, staring at the time. I was at a loss as to which room to search for her. Damn! It was infuriating to have such a large house with so many rooms. I double-checked the time; it was now 11 p.m. Then I heard the door open, revealing my wife, dressed in an extremely short dress. She appeared to be rather seductive, but that was far too much for a married woman. I could tell she was drunk by the way she was walking. I knew she wouldn’t make it upstairs when I saw her trying to close the door. I made a hasty descent down the stairwell. I cradled her, my gaze fixed on her face. I could see she had consumed a large amount of alcohol. “Why did you have to drink so much, Camille?” She simply gave me a contemptuous glance. Then she started vomiting on me. Fuck! I took her into our room and immediately went to the bathroom to bathe and moisturize her. I went to the closet to find her something to wear, but she had already removed all of her cloth

~Camila’s POV~ Following my meeting at the swinger’s club, I went to the rink to pick up Liam, and we headed home. The day was a whirlwind of activity for me. Not to mention that Chris’s ex-wife has been following me around like a hound. I’m baffled as to why that woman can’t just try to be a mother to her son instead of stalking me. She does nothing but keeps tabs on me. I’m growing weary of the games the two of them want to play. Apart from two fools who can’t even love their child, I have other things that require my attention. I loaded my belongings into my car and waited outside my office with Liam. I’m going to take this kid, and I know that is one thing for sure. Nobody is going to challenge me. Chris knows that Liam is better off with me. I’m going to teach him how to love his son properly. I’m going to teach him how to behave properly as a father. I have the opportunity to adopt this boy and make him completely mine. One thing I am certain of is that Liam is more content wit

~Camila’s POV~ I walked away from the Grayston family, irritated with myself. What did I think? Am I blind? The man who married me treated me like a piece of shit whenever he had a chance. As soon as his family gets a glimpse of me, they’ll start throwing shades at me. Claudia’s disdain is a product of his actions, not her own. All this disrespect from her is because of him. All this would not have been happening if he hadn’t been sleeping with her in the first place. “Mommy, are you all right?” My son’s voice jolted me out of my reverie. I can’t show him that I’m messed up. But one thing I’m positive of is that none of these Graystons will ever see me unless I specifically want them to see me. Chris and I have nothing to discuss. He would now resemble a business associate. I parked my car when my kid and I arrived at the stadium. “Baby, hurry up and get to your squad before you’re late. The coach is waving at you.” “Yes, ma’am.” He raised his arms in a triumphant salute. I gigg