~Camila’s POV~ Welling up in tears as I hugged Luke so tightly as though my life depended on it. How come Luke knows so much about me, the pictures I took with Chris before I made sure they were not published? How did Luke know that Chris was my husband? After that, I overheard him say, “Do you trust me, Camila?” I’m not sure how to respond to his question because I’ve just met Luke, but he looks like the type of person who would never judge me. I nodded, unsure of what Luke intended to accomplish. “Before you became Camila Grayston, you were Camila Mendoza, and I’ll be damned if I watched you suffer at the hands of that ungrateful man.” He said as he hoisted me up and escorted me inside the building. I’m not sure I’m ready to accept such an act out of the blue, but I’m going to trust Luke. He instantly laid me down once we were inside the building. After that, he switched back to being my assistant. What the devil was that? I swear I was as red as a tomato. The way I feel is c

~Christopher’s POV~ We made our way to the dining room table. My wife was not at the table as we were going to eat. I lifted my head to see if she was nearby. “Do not bother; she is not going to eat.” “Why?” “I spotted her heading to the wine cellar.” I started eating with Liam, but I’m not comfortable eating while my wife is drinking. Taking a tray, I placed both my food and hers on it, then stood up. "Liam, do you mind if Daddy has dinner with mommy?" I saw him giving me the cutest smile. I took that as a 'yes' and left. I know she will not be in our room. As a result, I made my way to the guest room she was constantly using. I knocked and walked in. Camille was guzzling. I could see she was restraining herself from looking at me. I guess I’m a little too much of a jerk for my own good. “According to Liam, you haven’t eaten,” I said as I entered the guestroom. She stood up and went into the bathroom to wash her hands after looking at the tray. I’m left standing alone, staring

~Christopher’s POV~This is going to be the most difficult night of my life. I brought her here for a reason. Camille genuinely desires me, yet I am unable to provide her with what she desires at the moment. Why did I dare to enter these bed sheets naked? There is no way one of us will not cross the line. Camille is inebriated, and I would be the worst husband in the world if I did anything with her right now. Meanwhile rejecting her would only serve to demonstrate to her that I still perceive her as a young girl. I’m going to have to think quickly before she leaps on top of me. She seemed to be hell-bent on forcing us to work. However, this is not the right time. She turned and gazed deeply into my eyes as if she wished to understand me. We haven’t even gotten to know each other since we got married. I am the worst husband imaginable. She then leaned closer. Daring me not to look away, she moved way too close that I could feel her breath and pressed her lips on mine.Fuck!I’m not su

~Camila’s POV~It was only after I screamed at Chris and Mark I noticed my husband’s face was full of regret. I mean, my ex-husband, but why? Why does he feel bad about what he did? That is precisely what he wanted.Why would he need to bring along a buddy when he divorces me? Wow, Chris is awe-inspiring! Mark was pity-stricken for me, as he continued to look at me. Why? This is what I did to my pathetic self. My relationship with this scumbag should have been over months ago. In this marriage, he has been nothing more than a whore. There were a million reasons for me to divorce this dickhead. But I didn’t, my body suddenly started freezing. I was brutally cold. I didn’t like the woman I was becoming. I didn’t like the woman this divorce had made me. Mark left, but the bumbling moron stayed. As my hands lay on top of my work desk, I squeezed my fingers together and then pressed my head on top of them. I grinned. I’m not sure why, but I smiled and extended my hand toward the fucking ne

~Christopher’s POV~ I went back to my office and started organizing some paperwork. I really needed to get some work done before I go out and drink my heart out. My wife and son’s situation is bothering me, and all I want to do is make things right. I want my family back, but I know that will never be easy to pull through, with the divorce at hand and all the betrayals. I’ll have to put in a lot of effort to fight for them and prove that I truly care about them. When I signed the final piece of paperwork, the weather was starting to turn cold. I went towards the glass window and tried to think. Nothing seemed to work, I can’t even fucking think straight without thinking about my wife, I can’t even get a fucking job done. I decided to drive myself home so I could think, Lev offered to drive me but I needed to have a strategy before its too late, I still had time so I could think while I prepare to go out with Mark. I showered, changed into something more comfortable, and made my way to