Chapter 20


    ~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 udia did yesterday clearly


    enraged her. I sat at the table, my gaze drawn to udia 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?


    udia had always wanted to be in control, but Camille. My wife Camille is in control, and udia will


    never win against her if she ys dirty. I drank a sip of water and fixed my gaze on Camille. She was


    eating as though she hadmitted 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 udia is a forklift for Camille. When Liam mentioned that he was ready


    and Camille called Mary, I knew she did it on purpose. I gave a heartyugh under my breath. Camille


    left, apanied by Mary and Liam. It was just udia and me, with Robin. Who was giggling


    hysterically and covering his face with a newspaper he was reading.


    “Chris!” I averted my gaze at the woman who was calling me.


    “Why are you letting your toy girl speak to me in that way? I am your wife. Howe you’re kissing her


    right in front of me?”


    My blood went cold when I heard this woman say she was my wife.


    I was enraged right away. Did she call my wife a toy girl?


    “That toy girl is Mrs. Grayston, my wife, the owner of this house, and Liam’s mother. Watch your mouth


    about what you say about my wife in her house. udia, you’re merely here at her mercy, and


    remember, you are a guest here, so act like one.”


    I took my bag and told Robin I was ready. Robin and I got into the car, and I sat in the backseat while


    he drove.


    “Do you believe udia will survive?”


    “Not at all, Sir. Many people underestimate Madam. However, none of them have ever outwitted her.


    She is far too astute. I asionally ponder how she grew up. She despises being told what to do.”


    “While we’re on the subject of the order, how long will the building take toplete?”


    “They are finished, sir; they are just finishing up the instations.”


    I did not make a mistake by marrying that girl. She is the ideal Mrs. Grayston, and I intend to spend the


    rest of my life making her happy. Even if there is no sex, that girl is good for my energy. I don’t need a


    wimp for a wife. That girl is far from frailty.


    ~udia’s POV~


    What was that?


    Chris and I had been together for a long time but I figured that since he couldn’t sleep with that girl,


    he’d forget about her and we could start over again. It appears as though I underestimated that little


    girl.


    Regrettably, I am not leaving. How did he remarry even though I did not sign the divorce papers? Who


    was I kidding, anyway?


    He is the city’s most dreaded man. To begin, I must seek employment.


    Fuck!


    It will be tough to find work.


    How did I end up using myst name again? I was desperate for things to work out between me and


    Chris. Anyway, I still have a shot with him, but why do they seem to be a family if they are not sleeping


    together? Why was she half-nakedst night while she was with him? I conducted a background check


    on that girl and discovered nothing. I’m assuming she’s Mexican, but my informant has no information


    on her. Who is preventing anyone from obtaining information about that girl? Why? Is Chris reluctant for


    anyone to find anything about his little toy? What is there to cover up? Is she an orphan ores from


    a poor family? Why would Chris want to prevent anyone from discovering anything about his little wife?


    Who is this woman? Why is she so daring?


    Let me look for a job. It will be difficult to find work as a Jackson. This fucking Jackson name doesn’t


    suit me, but my Grayston surname used to open doors for me. I should have continued to use udia


    Grayston. I was afraid Chris would track me down and coerce me into signing the divorce papers.


    Everything was shattered. He has the divorce even without my signature. Let me see if Mark can do


    me a favor. I need a job, and Chris needs to realize that I’ve obviously changed. I am capable of


    earning my own money.


    That brat addresses her as ‘mother’. It’s a positive development. I can’t see someone calling me


    ‘mother,’ but I wouldn’t mind if the baby was for him, my initial target, not this brat. He will never be my


    son ever! My ns went horribly wrong, and I ended up pregnant with Chris instead of him. Anyway,


    I’m looking for Chris right now. Chris is not the same as him. Chris is more adept at pleasing a woman


    in bed than he is. I was so fixated on him abandoning me. When ites to sex, he is nowhere near


    Chris. Even though it was always a game, I desperately want my husband back at the moment.


    But how can I persuade him not to like that girl? How am I supposed topete against someone who


    is notpeting against me?


    Fuck!


    N?velDrama.Org owns this.


    Why did she have to be so beautiful? Who gives a damn? I’ll get Chris back, but am I obligated to act


    as a mother to that boy? I am aware that I gave birth to him, yet I do not desire him. I devised a


    strategy to keep my boyfriend, but it failed miserably when it was discovered that the kid was not his


    but Chris’s. I was certain I’d nabbed him. I’ll have to wait till Grayston’s family reunion. Let me shake


    things up a little. Perhaps I should take on the role of a good mother. I despise children. Let me get a


    job first, and the rest will follow. But I am not losing Chris to that little girl.