His Second Wife

Chapter 71

~Christopher’s POV~

I can no longer deny the chemistry that exists between my wife and me. It’s just too obvious. Although she may give the impression that she doesn’t care, I take great pleasure in the impact that I have on her. I could feel her body quivering as I kissed her cheeks, which was very cute to witness. I could tell by the way her body responded to my touch how weak she had become. Since I am being completely honest, I know that I shouldn’t be seen with her; yet, at the moment, my wife is a target for a number of different things. I entered the launch with her, and once we were inside, Luke, her assistant, approached her with a glass of champagne and congratulated her. The venue was packed to capacity, and I couldn’t be more pleased with how well she did. She is still young but already possesses a lot of wisdom. I searched around for my Grandfather when my eyes landed on him. I stared at him for some time and the old man smirked. I walked up to him and found a seat near him. I have many questions, but I will save them for later. As I sat and waited for the launch to start, I spotted both my mother and my grandmother walking up to Camila. They were supposed to be angry that our legacy was being run by my wife, but ‘Nope’ they didn’t seem to care one bit. This can only mean one thing: the two women do not care who runs my company or the business that belongs to our family. I can only be relieved that they have not taken their frustration out on Camille. I watched them interact with one another till Grandma took out something from her clutch bag. I witnessed my mom nodding and smiling signaling Camille to bend down a bit since she was a little taller. My eyes went wide when I saw what grandma had just given Camille. That necklace is from my great-great-grandmother. It has been passed down through generations. It cost a fortune. I remember all my brothers’ wives wanting that piece of treasure but none of them were fit to receive it. That necklace holds a special place in her heart. I sit and observe my wife, refusing to let anything flood my thoughts. Trying to find some reassurance, I looked at the way she was clutching Liam’s hand. I knew she was nervous. I am supposed to be holding her hand, but not now. My dramatic entrance with her was enough. I can’t afford to be seen with her, otherwise, the entire plan will fail.

I walked up to her and secretly gave her hand and gave it a light squeeze. She gave me a glance but remained silent. I leaned closer to her but not too close, “You’ve got this, Princess.” I took a peek in every direction, making sure that no one noticed anything. I squeezed her hand again and massaged it a bit to ease her nerves and walked away. She didn’t seem surprised. As I went back to my seat, I watched as she looked at me and smiled for a second, and continued with her interactions. I find it hard to comprehend that I have been oblivious to what I have always felt for my wife for such a long time that I have held back from giving in to those feelings. She may be young, but she definitely has some wisdom under her belt. I turned my attention to the opposite side of the room, where I noticed Claudia. She was wearing a lilac dress of considerable length. She appeared to be gazing around, and eventually, her gaze came to rest on me.

Fuck me!

I was about to move from my seat but as she was approaching me, Eduardo stopped her. Whatever he was saying to her seemed to have scared her because I could see the colors of her skin changing from where I was seated and she started trembling.

I then saw Mark and his family walking in. Mark held a bouquet of flowers. He started searching around, and finally, his gaze eventually settled on my wife.

The fuck! Mark doesn’t know Camille owns CAMMY.

He walked up to her smiling like a fool, kissed her cheek, and handed her the flowers. I watched as he winked at her. But what caught my attention more was the fact that he seemed to be flirting with her. I brush it aside. He is my best friend. He wouldn’t flirt with my wife, oh I mean ex-wife or anyone I’ve dated. It’s our code. We don’t date each other’s exes. I decided to pay more attention and it was clear. Mark was hitting on my wife. He was following her around like a fly.

After clearing my throat, I focused on keeping my temper in check. Why is my best friend after my wife and why does it look like he doesn’t care that she’s my wife or ex-wife? What am I overlooking?

I kept my gaze on him as he walked majestically toward my direction. This is something that piques my interest. I got up from my seat and went to stand elsewhere. If I stood anywhere closer to him, I’d swear I’d punch him. I kept watching him the whole time. He kept eye-fucking her and biting his bottom lips each time he stared at her.

Wait, is Mark lusting after my wife publicly?

Maybe it’s my imagination. I observed as Mark licked the inside of his lower lip while Camille was talking to him.

Holy hell! Why didn’t I see this coming? I am going to kill him! I made a dash for the location where Mark was currently standing, but someone grabbed hold of me.

“Don’t do anything stupid. Trust Camila.” He then leaned closer to whisper something to me and went back to his seat.

What is this old man talking about? When my grandfather said that he has always… What exactly does he mean by that? And why did he ask me to trust Camille? What the hell is happening? Why am I in the dark?

Now I am forced to see Mark Cooper’s lustful behavior toward my wife as I sit here and do nothing.

Fuck!

I stepped outside because if I saw Mark staring at my wife’s derriere one more time, I swear I’d lose it.Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

I will end him. Nobody ever stares at my wife in such a manner. When I got outside, I was already sweating profusely, but I was saved by the fact that I ran into Camille’s assistant. He was smoking in the back.

“Do you trust Mark?”

That was the question I received from Luke. Even though I don’t get along with this guy, I get the impression that he’s a decent human being. I came to a stop in the middle of my walk and turned my attention to him when he posed the question. I observed as he inhaled deeply from the cigarette and then exhaled the smoke through his mouth and nose as he continued to smoke. I have never been a fan of cigarettes, but this seems like an exception today. He continued,

“Everybody can see through him except you. Is it possible that the fact that he is your friend clouded your judgment and prevented you from seeing through him?” He said that and left. I remained outside thinking about what Luke said. After some time, I went inside but headed toward the restrooms. I froze.

“The fuck, why are you using ladies’ toilets?” He rolled his eyes.

“Just in case you forgot. I suck dicks!” He said that and disappeared into the crowd. I continued to the gents and did my business.