Chapter 53


    ~Cam’s POV~


    Marriage is supposed to be pleasant, but mine has been nothing but a session of storms. These


    storms are wearing me out. I was never given the opportunity to enjoy my marriage. Storms, ording


    to popr belief, are only ephemeral. If you are caught in a storm, you will either die or be numb.


    Your beauty can even attract the attention of a raging thunderstorm. For some women, getting married


    to Christopher Grayston is the culmination of a long-held fantasy. That is not the case with me, though,


    as I was fucking married to that cretin without even knowing who he was. With a son now as a


    responsibility, I’m feeling the weight of the world. I am ovee with emotion at the prospect of having


    a son when I have never had sex in my life. I chuckled hysterically at my own miserable life. I’ve always


    wanted to build a name for myself in this industry. Well, I’ve actually established a reputation for myself.


    CAMMY. My desire was for something more, and at the moment, that something more is my son. That


    is the one nice thing that came out of this marriage for me. Aside from that, there’s been a nonstop


    downpour of rain and hail. What wrongdoing did I evermit against him? Why didn’t he tell me what


    I’d done? My brain quickly turned into a battleground, replete with a slew of ‘whys’ and other questions.


    Slowly but steadily, the battle in my thoughts pushed its way through my mouth and into my heart, and


    my mouth began to feel dried out. My skull hammered on my ribcage as if I were a prisoner about to


    break free from her captivity. Resting my foot on the gas pedal, I drove back to my house.


    As soon as I arrived at my residence, the house waspletely empty. Liam is still with Chris. Since


    the divorce, I have not phoned. Even though I long to see my son, I’m adamant that I never see Chris


    again. I’m not sure how I’m going to get my son without having to see Chris. I’m still reeling from the


    fact that I’ve been dumped, scratch that divorce by someone unworthy of me and my love. I chuckled to


    myself when I realized how foolish I had been. Oh my God, I’m aplete idiot. A man cheated on me


    numerous times, and I, the foolish wife, held on to hope that he would change his ways. After all, I’ve


    been longing to see my son, and now I must make the trip to visit him in person. I pulled out my phone


    and sent him a text message.


    Me: Hello, could you please make arrangements to return my son?


    I walked down the stairs after sending the message to Chris, only to find Mary asleep on the couch.


    She doesn’t take a nap very frequently. She is always busy with something. I could tell she was not


    feeling well since she was shivering.


    “Mary, what’s going on with you? Are you okay?”


    “Cam, please forgive me. You caught me off guard. I was on the verge of dialing your phone number.


    I dialed my husband’s number and requested that hee and pick me up. I’m not feeling well.”


    “That’s fine Mary; you’re wee to leave. You can go on a week-long break. The amount of time you


    have spent working has exceeded your capacity. Get some rest.”


    “Are you sure?” I gave a nod. My attention was suddenly drawn to a gentle knock on the door. I knew


    right away that her husband was the one knocking. I studied my phone screen as Mary and her


    husband walked out of the room. Chris’s message was the only thing that greeted me.


    Chris: Please send your address. Robin is going to take him back home.


    I was almost hesitant, but then I realized that my husband and I were divorced.


    Cam: 669 Rosy Lane.


    ~Christopher’s POV~


    I was standing in my study, staring at the mountain of paperwork. My wife’s well-being has been a


    source of concern for some time now. Since our ostensible divorce, she hasn’t contacted or texted me


    a word. I’m just wondering if she is doing well. Don’t get me wrong, I see her every day, what she does,


    what she eats, and what she wears. She likes ying the tough girl, but I’ve seen enough of her to


    know otherwise. Despite this, she maintains her tough demeanor in order to protect herself. A divorce,


    for no apparent reason, would undoubtedly break her. She could have divorced me for a million


    reasons, but she chose to stay with me. My confidence was reaffirmed when she expressed it. To her


    credit, she never gave up hope that I might evolve. She hates me right now. Not even a phone call had


    been made to check on her son’s well-being! Camille cherished Liam tremendously. Is it possible that


    she has abandoned us? Of course, I’m referring to Liam. After our steamy night together, I know that I


    am the worst beast in her eyes right now. Why did it have to be now that I have started to see my wife


    as a woman rather than as a young girl? It’s no secret that fate is a dickhead. Does this imply that


    Camille doesn’t want anything to do with her, ‘Mi Cielito?’ I had to go and look up the meaning of that


    name on Google to find out what it meant. And it means a variety of things, but what attracted my eye


    about the name was that it meant, ‘My little heaven,’ and there are other meanings as well. Such as


    ‘darling.’ But I know Camille well enough to know that Liam is her little heaven. The question now is


    whether she will forsake her small utopia as a result of the divorce. A text message jolted me out of my


    trance while I was deep in thinking. I slipped my phone out of my pocket and opened it with my Face


    ID, only to be surprised by a message from ‘My world.’ Yes, you heard that correctly. I had changed her


    name on my phone long before I knew how much I valued her and wanted to be with her. When I


    realized how willing she was to go to any length for my son, I decided to save her as ‘My world.’ As a


    result, she meant the world to Liam, and I saved her as if she were my own. But trust me, she’s also


    my world. I miss her teeny-tiny body, scolding me for buying Liam ice cream. The fuck! I miss being


    surrounded by the people I love the most, people I’ve taken for granted. I miss my wife, yeah, Cam


    Christopher Grayston, I fucking miss you. I miss seeing you walking around with your bra and panties. I


    took my family for granted. I really miss you Mrs. Grayston, my beautiful little wife. I selected the


    message and opened it.


    My World: Hello, could you please make arrangements to return my son?


    I took a closer look at the message. I grinned as I let out a long breath. Still, there is a ray of optimism.


    It doesn’t matter how much she hates me; she will never give me Liam. She would go to any lengths to


    protect her son, even if it meant fighting the entire world. I chastised myself for believing she would


    abandon her own personal paradise. I took a quick look around my office before heading to my room to


    freshen up. The moment I walked into my room, I immediately went to the bathroom. I went inside the


    walk-in closet and settled on a pair of sweatpants and a vest to wear. Opening the door to my room, I


    walked straight into Liam’s room, where he was resting. With his jammies on, he was already dozing


    off. I took out his bag and put a few clothes inside the bag. I then sat close to him while he napped, and


    I smiled at him throughout the experience. I then decided to respond to Camille’s SMS.


    Me: Send your address. Robin will bring him back.


    I do, however, know where she stays. Robin and I have also been to her home on a couple of separate


    asions, installing security cameras which she knows nothing about. But she doesn’t know that I


    already know where she stays because I chose to act like I don’t, so I had to ask for the address just to


    be on the safe side. Robin and I have been working together to install surveince cameras for her and


    Liam’s safety. That is something she is unaware of at the moment. I’m not willing to take a chance after


    our divorce announcement. I made enemies all over the ce. I took over the Robertson empire after


    Jack lusted after my wife. In any case, I didn’t even take a single dime. When I sold the business, I


    donated the proceeds to a charitable organization. Things could get out of hand if people started


    focusing their attention on my wife. For her protection, I have employed bodyguards. She, on the other


    hand, is not aware of this. They are responsible for reporting everything to me, which is a positive thing.


    Another message from Camille appears on the screen.


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    My world: 669 Rosy Lane.


    Obviously, I lied to Camille when I said that Robin would be the one to transport Liam. I did so because


    I was aware that if I informed her, I would be bringing him personally. She might not even send her


    address, to tell you the truth. The first time, she didn’t want me to know where she lived. But now, she


    wants me to know where she lives. Since we are no longer married, I suppose she has no reason to


    keep her whereabouts a secret from me. I returned to Liam’s room and picked him up. I double-


    checked to make sure the chain I had given him was still on his neck. It’s more than just a chain, to be


    honest… It’s a little eavesdropping device, of course, for his own safety as well as ours. However, it


    would provide insight into the conversation between him and Camille, but most importantly anyone who


    might have motives. I gently ced him in the backseat of the car, not wanting to wake him up, and


    drove to Camille’s house with him.