Chapter 42


    ~Cam’s POV~


    I couldn’t believe what my son was saying. When I thought I was having a pleasant day, he now asked


    to see his father!


    “Baby, why do you want to visit your dad?”


    He looked at me puzzled, but he then responded.


    “Mom! I just miss him. Could you please let me see him?”


    I examined the time.


    “Alright, sweetie, just wait for me.”


    I was pacing back and forth when I entered my room. I brushed my hair back with my hand, suddenly


    feeling all tired. Is it truly necessary for me to visit Chris? What if we get into a fight? At the moment, I


    am not in the mood to fight. I’ve entered a new chapter in my life that excludes him, and my son now


    wants to visit him. What is the matter with Liam? He has never been fond of his father; why is he


    requesting to visit him now? Did he hear about the two women who were expecting his father’s babies?


    Why does Chris continue to do this to me? For the love of God, he must consider his son. I grumbled


    and got myptop off the table. I descended the stairs only to find my son standing with a bag and a


    video game.


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    “Why are you carrying a bag and a video game with you, baby?”


    I heard him sigh, probably annoyed by my questions, “Just open your car, Mom. I’m going to have to


    put these in.” I just opened the car door for him, but I’m concerned now. I trailed him to the car.


    “Why are you carrying your bag, honey?”


    He sighed again and gave me an icy gaze, “Mom, I told you that I miss daddy so much. Do I have to


    exin everything?” I fucking need to chill, but how can I? I hummed.


    “Alright, hop in.”


    I ced myptop in the bag and threw it in the backseat. I’m not sure what was going on. Why has


    Liam developed a sudden need for his father? I started my car and got behind the wheel. I’m not even


    sure I’m prepared to meet Chris. What if he is in thepany of a woman? That is something I cannot


    allow my son to watch. I took out my phone and sent him a text.


    Cam: I’m not sure what’s going on, but Liam packed his bag and expressed an interest in seeing


    you. We are on our way to your ce.


    I sent a text message. Then I received a text message in response.


    Chris: You don’t have to let me know when you’reing; this is your home.


    That is a subject which I am uncertain about. I drove up to thepound and entered. The helpers


    were busy putting the finishing touches on dinner preparation. I walked into one of the guest rooms and


    sat down with myptop. I’m not sure I’ll be able to confront him. I mean, why should I? I’m just a girl,


    after all, I have no right to confront him. I walked down to the wine cer, grabbed a bottle of wine, and


    returned to my room. I need to drink in order to remain emotionally detached around Chris.


    ~Christopher’s POV~


    Things are spiraling out of control. I’m not sure why udia and Tina are simultaneously lying about


    being pregnant. I’ve always wrapped up while having sex. I’ve never had sex with anyone without


    wrapping up. That is a mistake I have never made in my life. The puzzle pieces are beginning to fit


    together. Though Ick proof. But I know what is going on. This is a plot to prolong the conflict between


    myself and my wife. With all of this turmoil, I’m not sure why my wife hasn’t already served me with


    divorce papers. I was so sure Camille would finally divorce me. Is my wife willing to give us the benefit


    of the doubt? Will she even listen to me if I decide to tell her of my suspicions? As long as she hasn’t


    given up on us, she doesn’t need to know. If she knows she might be in danger, let them think I have


    no interest in her. To get this to work, I need to make them think about me cheating on my wife. I will


    use that as a distraction since they all know I am a man whore. The pen I gave himst time has


    proven to be sessful thus far. However, I have not discovered anything rming. I will not relinquish


    my efforts. There is something wrong. udia would not know where my brother and I were unless she


    was alerted by someone very close to us. She has expressed her unwillingness to marry. She’s


    preupied with something else while simultaneously sacrificing her pussy to me and my brother. She


    cannot possibly befortable sleeping with two brothers. What is it that she wants? There are some


    massive forces at work here, and if my wife and son are close, things can get unpleasant. I’m afraid I’m


    going to lose both of them. They should stay away from me. I have to act as though I do not know in


    order to save my family. While I was examining the spy camera I had ced in his office, I heard a


    knock. I switched off myptop.


    “Come in!”


    “Daddy!” It was my son. He entered the room. “Are you up for a game?” He inquired. I’ve never yed


    a game before, but with that face, how could I refuse?


    “Certainly, but where?”


    “Well, I set up a little game room. We can make our way there now.”


    He appears to be content, which gives mefort. Camille is doing an outstanding job with him. I


    assumed he despised me for refusing to stay with them. He escorted me to the game room, which I


    was unaware existed in my house. We took our seats and he handed me one of the controllers. He


    taught me how to y. I feel terrible that I regret having my son as a result of my traumatic experience.


    After a while, I developed an attachment to the game. Why haven’t I tried this before? I’ve been more


    business-oriented and less concerned with these minor details.


    “Dad?”


    “Mmm.” I hummed.


    “Do you hate me?” I froze. I’ve never hated my son. My only resentment was against myself for


    bringing him to this earth before I was ready and having him with the wrong woman. I may be a


    bastard, but I wanted to have my family and one woman, udia, was a snake that was ready to bite


    me at my lowest.


    “Why would you think I hate you, son?”


    “You never came to see me. Mom tries to act as if everything is fine, but she breaks down every time.


    Did you two get divorced?”


    How the hell did my son know there is something called divorce? I swallowed hard, he doesn’t seem


    like a little boy anymore. He sounds so mature even at 5.


    “I’m truly sorry, son, that you had to think that way. However, your mother and I love one another and


    only want the best for you. What’s the reason for your mother’s tears?”


    “I don’t know. She is constantly intoxicated. I assumed you didn’t care about us.”


    I tossed the controller aside and dragged him even closer.


    “My heart beats for you and your mother. Never forget how important you are to me, you are my life.”


    “So, why are we living apart?”


    “Because mom wants to be closer to work.” I lied through my teeth, my wife hates my guts. I don’t


    me her. I’ve done nothing but cause problems between us.


    “Then why don’t youe to visit us?”


    “I’m truly sorry, son. I’m going to visit more frequently from now on. I want you to promise me


    something, son.”


    “What?”


    “Take good care of your mother. Theseing weeks, she will need someone to cheer her up.”


    “Okay, I promise to take care of Mommy.”


    “You promise.”


    “I promise, I’m hungry.”


    “How about we get something to eat?”