Chapter 34


    Christopher grew tired of sitting in the same position. He rose to check on Liam. The guy found himself


    kissing his kid for the first time. Christopher had always loved his son but after being duped by his ex-


    wife, his feelings for his son shifted after he discovered what udia had done. From that day forward,


    his feelings for the boy in her womb shifted. He adored his son as if nothing else mattered, but being


    duped caused him to reconsider Liam. When he asked udia who the father of the child she was


    carrying was, udia had no idea between the two men who had conceived her, despite the fact that


    she desired the child to be Joshua’s. The results indicated that Chris was the father. Though it was too


    late for their marriage. Loving Liam has been a source of contention, a constant reminder that his wife


    deceived him. He initially wanted to kill her when he found out about her and his elder brother, but she


    was the mother of his child.


    He knelt by the boy and sobbed. Uncertain of what to do, he has always lived the life of a man who is


    unconcerned about anything, but he regrets his acts when he is alone. Despite his refusal to admit it,


    he is a broken man. For years, the man demonstrated no affection towards anyone, not even his own


    son.


    “I’m so sorry son; I love you more than anything in the world, but I can’t help it. I am incapable of


    providing you with the affection you deserve. As a parent, I failed you and now I am failing another


    person as a husband. Please ept my apologies, son. I simply cannot appear frail. Emotions make


    people weak, and if I begin to act like a regr man, people will begin to attack my family in an attempt


    to apprehend me. You would be better off staying with your mum. She loves you with her entire being.”


    He said to his son.


    He kissed his brow and sat beside him. This is something Christopher has been covertly doing.


    However, no one is aware of that aspect of him. He would rather be viewed as a monster or a yer


    than as a father. Chris rose from the bed, removed his tuxedo, and walked over to his wife, who was


    lying on the bed next to his son. He embraced her with his hands. Christopher shifted on the bed in


    order to get a better view of the woman next to him. She radiated serenity. He found it peculiar that he


    was in love with his wife. Something that should never have happened because he understood that


    sleeping with her would be the equivalent of sleeping with his younger sister.


    While his mind raced, he looked at her, confident that he loved her enough to fight for her, but not


    enough to have her. Though he wished he had never pushed his fingers into her, things got


    complicated each time they met. Each time they meet, he’s always messing things up for them. He


    sumbed to jealousy. He could tell that, despite the fact that she was sleeping, she appeared to be at


    ease now. She ceased to tremble. Her skin appeared to be as smooth and as soft as the cushions.


    When he looked at her, horrible memories flooded his head. He couldn’t help but think of the number of


    times she’d taken his shit. How many times has she caught him with variousdies right-handed? He


    was well aware that he did not deserve her. It felt like months of pain not having her around; pure,


    brutal, mental, and emotional torture. However, he now had time to lie near her. He couldn’t stop


    himself from thinking about how natural it felt to be in bed with her. He knew he was wrong to harbor


    such thoughts about his wife. However, it is something he cannot control. He was so smitten with her


    that he was afraid one day he might wanna give in to his feelings for her. He’d never felt that way about


    anyone before, not even thedy he married out of what he thought was love. However, falling in love


    with a little girl was never part of the n, she was just a wife and a good mother to his son. She was a


    tool for peace and now he has fallen for her and he can’t do anything about it. Falling in love was never


    part of the n, the n was to use her. Now using her feels like a sin.


    Robin rang himte at night to show him the CCTV outside the eatery. He ventured out to meet Robin.


    They entered Cam’s car and began watching it, which, of course, indicated that Cam was the


    intended victim. Chris and Robin only got the vehicle’s license te number; they could see a woman


    and a guy inside, but not their faces.


    “Go home and rest, and I’ll see you the next day.” Robin departed, and Chris walked back to his wife


    and son.


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    I sat outside the room, posing as a doctor. I’m waiting for Chris to make a mistake. And, as had been


    predicted, the man was unable to stand in the hospital. I ran to seize the door as he exited the room.


    When I entered the room, I noticed two beds adjacent to each other, although I was only here for one


    person, Cam. I observed her sleeping soundly. It would be a waste of time to drug her. I want to hear


    her scream my name, moan, and plead with me to fuck her harder. I slithered my fingers across her


    exquisite flesh.


    She’s far too delicate. Instantly, I became quite hard. Why would Chris marry a girl he knows he will


    never touch? I’ll help him by fucking her first before he can touch her. I licked the lobe of her ear. My


    hands cupped her breasts. Tonight, this girl is entirely mine. I could care less if this boy awakens and


    finds me on top of her. At her age, she should not be portraying a mother.


    I removed my shirt and took off my trousers. I ascended the bed and began kissing Cam from her


    toes to her thigh. I reached for her thigh and was powerless to resist, this girl is a temptress without


    even trying. I tore open her dress, revealing Cam’s skin. She started to notice what was happening


    and started yelling.


    I didn’t care, she couldn’t fight me due to an injury to her leg. She had no choice but to scream for help.


    But then I covered her mouth and continued to cup her breast.


    “Shit, not even my wife has the finest breast like this, you are so good. Be a good girl and I will make


    you feel so good.”


    “Help! Help!” She yelled.


    “What a shame. Your husband is most likely having sex with another woman, as we speak. He isn’t


    here to help you in any way. You are almost certainly a bored wife. Allow me to gratify your desires.”


    “Help!”


    ~Christopher’s POV~


    I was on my way to Camille’s hospital room where my wife and son were. I heard noisesing from


    the room. It was my wife crying for help.


    Is there a problem with my son? No, there is nothing wrong with him. He was of Grayston ancestry.


    I began sprinting toward the door, and as I opened it, I was astounded by what I saw.


    Is this man wishing for his demise?


    “You, Chris. You weren’t supposed to be here! What exactly are you doing here?”


    My palm alone was strong enough to shatter the man’s empty skull. Everyone in this city knows not to


    cross me. I may be ruthless and a womanizer. If you cross me, you will die before you can utter a


    single word. Already, the stupid idiot who tried to rape my wife was on the floor pleading for his life.


    He knew that I was maintaining self-control in order to avoid appearing to be a beast in front of my wife


    and son.


    My wife was frightened. Her recent ordeal was horrible. She shivered, and she was unable to form a


    word and felt discouraged and humiliated. Her trembling was out of control. I knew that the moron knew


    better than to flee. He is powerless to flee. I swiftly unfastened my shirt andvished it on my wife,


    passionately hugging her. I assuaged her fears by assuring her that everything would be alright. My


    heart was racing and boiling at the same time, but Cam didn’t know this dark side of me. She has


    already witnessed enough. It wasn’t easy to maintain myposure. I was never aposed


    individual. Yes, in business. However, if you fuck with me, I exhibit no remorse. I am at fault. The days


    he was eye-raping her, I could have ended him. I could have ended it all there. Now, this moron tried to


    rape her, how did he know where my wife was? I took out my phone and called Robin, telling him to go


    back to the hospital.


    The idiot did not dare to flee; he was well aware that it would be futile. When Chris wants you, Chris will


    go all out of his way to get you. He was begging for his life on the floor. While I focused on making sure


    my wife calmed down from what had just happened to her, Iid down with her, she clung to me as


    though her life depended on it. I hate seeing Camille this scared. It is my fault I am failing my dear wife


    in every aspect. She looked into my eyes and I could see fear, fear that I would leave her, fear that she


    was about to be raped. Iy on the bed, hugging her, not caring that we seemed too intimate. I hugged


    her and caressed her hair till she fell asleep. I looked at him, the man who tried to get his hands on


    what belonged to me but was afraid to move. He was still pleading on the floor.


    Robin entered the room and was taken aback to see the man.


    “Do not touch him; he ispletely mine,” I spoke in a measured tone. I noticed Camille slowly


    opening her eyes and starting to stare at me. I knew that Cam knew that I would not let him go, I


    knew she knew that I was up to mischief. She was well aware that people dreaded me. I also know that


    she had a hunch that I was about to murder the idiot, but she remained silent. I tried my best to remain


    calm.


    “Ye-yes, sir. I will not touch him.” Robin gasped.


    Camille stared at me and moved her tiny hands to my face and started caressing my face. I signaled


    Robin to take the man away. Camille’s eyes were pleading with me. I don’t know why. She continued to


    look at me, then leaned closer and kissed me. I closed my eyes and stupidly gave in to the kiss. It was


    just a simple kiss, but it was enough to send me into a frenzy. She broke the kiss and continued to


    stare at me.


    “Did he hurt you?” I asked and she shook her head. “What did he do?” She started sobbing, “Tell me


    what he did to you?” She looked at me and noticed I was dead serious. “Camille.”


    “He..” She started to tremble yet again, “He kissed my thighs and cupped my breast, then I woke up, I


    swear he did fuck me Chris, please believe me.” Why would my wife think it’s her fault that she was


    almost raped? I hugged her.


    “Camille, none of this is your fault. You didn’t ask for him to try to rape you. You didn’t ask for any of


    this. Even if he did rape you, you are still my wife, Cam Grayston, and you are still the best mother in


    the world. Rape doesn’t change who you are to me, get that? You are amazing and that’s why I love


    you so damn much. Rape is not a woman’s fault and you shouldn’t be ashamed or look down on


    yourself because of it. It doesn’t change who you are. You didn’t ask for it. You hear?” She nodded,


    “Now try to get some sleep, I’m not leaving you guys. I’ll be right here with the two of you.” I said as I


    nted a kiss on her forehead.