His Second Wife

Two slaps

~Camila’s POV~

Recently, I attended a few job interviews. To begin with, they refused to hire me since I was not a resident. They're now refusing to hire me because I'm overqualified. How peculiar is that? Why was it necessary for me to marry? I promised myself I would not use my husband's money, yet now I am reliant on it. He has not contacted me to inform me that I am over my budget. At the very least, I can purchase food and pay my rent. This is the only positive aspect of our marriage that I can speak of. While I was enjoying my macchiato, I saw a little boy crossing the street alone. The child seemed frail and he fainted in the middle of the road, which was busy with traffic. Nobody was eager to help the kid. Cars hooted incessantly, and while I checked to see whether his parents would run to remove him off the road, I saw a truck rushing towards him. It seemed as though the truck driver lost control of the vehicle. As the boy's faith grew, I dashed toward the kid. I sprang to his rescue, preventing him from being struck by the vehicle. I took him to the hospital, where he was promptly admitted to the ward. My card required the owner's signature to complete the transaction.

I need to contact my w***e of a husband, f**k. Okay, Camila, you can do this. Apart from that, the two of you met solely at the Civil Affairs Bureau.

While I was contemplating, a phone call came through. It was him, my husband. My w***e of a husband was ringing me. I picked up the phone.

"Hello."

"Is there anything you're attempting to acquire at the hospital that requires my signature?"

"In the interest of saving a life, could you kindly come and sign it?"

"I had no idea my wife was that kind. In any case, I am not occupied. I happened to be nearby too. I'll be there in ten minutes."

"All right, hubby." I knew he was wealthy when he got those pricey rings. I conducted some research of my own on him, and believe me when I say his c**k is a community c**k that is always trending. Understandably, he selected a random woman to marry. I'm relieved he's not my real husband because I'm sure I'd die of a heart attack. He and his driver arrived at the hospital and asked me where he needed to sign. He signed the document without scrutinizing it or interrogating me.

"How is the patient doing?"

"It's a small boy I rescued just across the street." Then I heard a voice calling out to me.

"May I have a guardian for the room 101 patient?" As the doctor approached us, he said.

"Yes, I am."

"He passed out due to respiratory difficulties and a high temperature. We will need to examine him and will inform you thereafter."

"Am I permitted to visit him?"

"You may, but he remains unconscious."

"Okay thank you, doctor, I appreciate it." I entered the ward and saw the lad asleep. "This is the kid I rescued today," I said as I turned to face my w***e of a husband. “He collapsed in the middle of the roadway, narrowly avoiding being struck by a vehicle." He glanced at the boy with wide eyes as if he had seen a ghost.

“Liam”, Chris barked.

"You know the boy?" I inquired.

"Certainly, he’s my son."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing from this man. The audacity of this man. I was horrified. What was so important his son was almost struck by a truck and he had no idea. Is this child even loved as he should be? I glanced at the man in front of me and found myself unable to contain my wrath.

Slap!

Slap!

"How dare you?" I wanted to smack him again, but he grabbed my hand before I could.

"What is the matter with you, woman?

"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 when 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.

"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 w***e 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 has 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 s**t, 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. "f**k!"

****

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 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, coincidentally, we happened to meet today, 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 like 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."

"Home?"

"I despise repetition, honey. Now, are we going, or are you going to remain there and study me from head to toe? Trust me, you have the rest of your life to study me. Let's go,"

Chris swore he had 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."