~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 whore of a husband, fuck. 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 whore 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 cock is a community cock 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 whore 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 whore 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 shit, 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. "Fuck!"
****
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."
As they got inside the vehicle, the weather suddenly changed. Thunder began to rumble, and rain began to fall. Rain is said to bring good fortune. Is God wishing me a good fortune? Camila thought to herself. ****** As the vehicle began to move, she smiled. She was sitting in the backseat with Liam curled up on her lap while he slept. She moved his head forward gently, using her chest to establish balance for the little boy. She smiled at her naivety as she watched Liam sleep, then turned to face the outside world and sighed angrily. She would never have dreamed she'd be this foolish. When she reflected on her life over the last six months, she had always considered herself to be reputable. She got married to acquire a job, but she still hasn't found one. She is now responsible for a 4-year-old kid. All of these things were not imposed on her; she chose them. She has only herself to blame. Nobody compelled her to live this life. She began to worry whether she would ever find work. S
~Camila’s POV~ I could see Liam was ecstatic that I was going to drop him off. I'm not sure what it's like to be a mother, but I'm going to do my best for this child. We exited the vehicle and I accompanied him to his class, and as soon as I got down to his level, he kissed me and gave me a high five. I kissed his brow and returned to the vehicle. I didn't know how to get back to my apartment to fetch my clothes, but I didn't need anything since I had just come to San Diego. I had a few items I needed to collect. "Robin, Are you busy today?" "Not at all, ma'am." "Thank God, I have a lot on my plate. Take me to Groove Road, number 65." "Of course, ma'am." I returned to my old flat, grabbed my clothes, and walked downstairs to meet Robin. I informed Robin we were heading to the mall and he ignited the vehicle. Liam didn't have toys like a typical child. His room was simple as if it belonged to an old person. I went to a toyshop and purchased toys and video games for Liam, as w
~Christopher’s POV~ Camille was the nicest gift I have given Liam after seeing how natural my little wife was with him. After leaving my study I went back to my room. Camila was standing by the window staring out the window while on a call when I opened the door. As the phone was on loudspeaker, I couldn't help but overhear her conversation with whoever she was speaking to. Does she even have privacy at all? I swear I regret asking Mary to accompany her to my room. The young lady is constantly nude. I swear I do not want to touch that little girl, yet my wife is intriguing to me. Perhaps I should suggest having a room of her own. "Ciao Lorenzo, Spero che tu abbia ricevuto il m ordine." She stated "Camila Mendoza, che bella sorpresa, sì, ho appena ricevuto il tuo ordine, dove sei stata?" said the guy at the other end of the phone line. "È una lunga storia, ma ora sono tornato in attività, puoi preparare il mio ordine tra 4 giorni?" She said, I'm still perplexed as to how my sma
~Christopher’s POV~ “What exactly am I doing here? Are you insane? Have you gone f*cking insane?” Her icy gaze turned to my hooker. I knew right away no f*cking for me tonight. “Hey, what’s your name?” She questioned. “Mia.” My hooker answered. “Get out of my house!” “Camila!” I yelled. “Shut the fuck up! You’re not going to disrespect me in this house, Stopher. Never, and I mean never, bring another woman to this house if you want to f*ck. There is a place called a hotel. Next time you want to have sex, go there. You’re not going to insult me in my home, Mr. Grayston!” I could see her chest rising and falling out of anger, then she continued, “Robin!” She yelled. With veins popping out of her skin. I swear if I go near her I might get a few slaps. “You’re calling Robin when you’re half-naked?” “Look who’s talking,” She pointed her index finger at me, “Listen here if the husband is unruly? What should the wife do? Stopher, I am your wife, and you will treat me with dignity. You
~ Henry’s POV~ I’m not clear why Mr. Grayston wants to see me, but it must be something important since the elderly man seldom calls or is ill. I got into my vehicle and drove to the Grayston family residence. The gentleman awaited my arrival in his study. Inside, I went. “You’re wondering why I summoned you here, but the reason is critical. I hate the life my grandson lives. While his father is terrified of him, I am not. His constant lifestyle is a disgrace to the family name. I am not proud of Chris’s lifestyle choices, however, he has succeeded in business. He fills me with pride. His revenues exceed those of our family-owned business combined. He is an obsessive worker. I like the way he conducts his companies, but I hate seeing him on the news every day. If he isn’t among prostitutes, he is around anybody who is fuckable. I’d like to introduce him to a woman his age. I have heard nothing about him on the news in weeks. It’s a nice thing, but I’m curious as to whether everything
~Camila’s POV~I went back home to send the orders after dropping Liam off at school. While watching the news as I was busy packing the boxes, I saw my whore of a husband coming out of a hotel. Reporters gathered outside to check whether the female he was with was still inside the suite. So I stopped what I was doing and waited for the woman to leave the suite. I can’t believe I am doing this. I need respect if I’m going to play the wife. But if he’s going to humiliate me every time he gets a chance, I’m going to embarrass him even more. I waited while tapping my right leg on the floor. The wait was getting excruciating. I rose and paced up and down the corridor before deciding to stay seated and wait. The hotel door then swung open. I grinned. Tina Sands. I admired her but didn’t believe she’d be content with a one-night stand. Is she also a hooker?“Rumour has it that Christopher Grayston is married?” one reporter inquired. “How do you feel about spending the night with a married ma
~Christopher’s POV~I was in my study, trying to figure out how Tina ended up in my bed. I just have one rule; never screw anybody except prostitutes. How on earth did I end up with that woman? I am really appalled. Models and celebs irritate me. They’re clinging, and I’m not a fan of clinginess. I told that scumbag woman I was married, yet she decided to oppose me. I couldn’t help but laugh at my foolishness.Now my little wife is threatening me. This is going to be fascinating. No matter how inebriated I am, I always remember how I took a female to my bed.Why can’t I recall anything about the woman with the fake breasts? What does my wife mean when she says, ‘she would fire back a million times?’ While I was contemplating, my study door burst open. Nobody walks into my office without knocking. My eyes jerked shut, and I turned to face the person who had dared to open my study in such a way. It was Robin. He seemed to have seen a ghost.“Sir, the... the... the... the...” He comb
A large, muscular, strong guy stepped through the door as it banged shut. Camila turned to see who would walk into her office without knocking. Even though Liam normally knocks. “Are you so accustomed to prostitution that you don’t even dress up when you’re at home?” Camila was a tenacious lady. She feigned as if she hadn’t heard him say anything. She gave him a big grin. Camila had never grinned that broadly before. “What a lovely surprise, Stopher. What exactly are you doing in my office?” Chris couldn’t believe what he was seeing in front of him. His expression became solemn. “Where did you go today?” Camila was taken aback by the guy in front of her. He has never asked about her whereabouts in all the months they have been together. Why was he asking her today? “Since when, Mr. Grayston, have we started asking each other such questions? How is my whereabouts significant to you?” His demeanor turned to one of frigid coldness right in front of her. Camila’s neck was forcibly st