~Christopher’s POV~It’s a well-known fact that my wife is not a pushover. Many people believe that because she is young, they may run roughshod over her. I know one thing for sure, whatever Claudia did yesterday clearly enraged her. I sat at the table, my gaze drawn to Claudia from the corner of my eyes. I could tell she was on the verge of exploding, but she had no say in the matter due to the indirect nature of the threat. I came dangerously close to choking on my breakfast. Who would have guessed that another woman would render this snake speechless?Claudia had always wanted to be in control, but Camille. My wife Camille is in control, and Claudia will never win against her if she plays dirty. I drank a sip of water and fixed my gaze on Camille. She was eating as though she had committed no veiled insults. This girl is irresistible in every way. She is the ideal wife, a king’s wife. My wife!Camille is a bulldozer, and Claudia is a forklift for Camille. When Liam mentioned that
~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
~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
~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 want a divorce.” To be honest, I’ve lost count of the number of times she’s expressed a desire for a divorce. However, it was all in vain.I take a peek at my petite wife. She was dead serious about getting a divorce, but this girl had no idea she was stuck with me. That she would never leave, and that no one, absolutely no one, would ever touch her. I know I won’t touch her, even though it’s tough to keep my dick from ravishing her tiny little pussy that is always on display for me. I absorbed her completely as she gulped her wine without reluctance. She is quite courageous.Claudia, on the other hand, is incapable of challenging me in the same way she does. Scratch that, no woman can challenge me. They are all trying to satisfy me, except my wife. She is obstinate and despises being directed by anyone, including me.“What gives you the idea that you can get out of this marriage?” She sipped her wine once more, emotionless.Was she taught to have self-control?
~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~Before I left for work, I dropped Liam off at school. Yesterday, I listed jobs online and I saw a few applicants, I will be running the interviews today. I’m going to need a lot of help with the house. I then proceeded to my brother’s meeting after sending emails with interview details. Despite how much I despise it, I’ll do it since it’s family. My brother was supposed to attend a meeting today with some new company, apparently owned by a mysterious man and the son of the Cooper family. It was a good thing that they were able to understand everything. I hopped in my car and drove over to the establishment.The Coopers are apparently the second-richest family in town, but then I heard the founder was not them but a friend of theirs. I'm now wondering who this rich friend is who founded the business, as my brother is so excited about this new business, he told me the real owner is mysterious and filthy rich. I arrived at the parking lot of Cooper cooperation and was take
~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