Chapter 63


    ~Christopher’s POV~


    I took a few steps down the stairwell to meet Mary. The woman was so cunning; it was as though she


    knew I woulde down needing food for Cam. I noticed her spooning porridge into a bowl.


    “Good morning, Mary,” I stated, and she responded with a smile.


    “I bid you a pleasant morning, Mr. Grayston.” However, her smile did not make it to her ears. She then


    put the porridge on a tray and fixed her gaze on me. I was certain she desired to say something. “Mr.


    Grayson, I understand it’s none of my concern, but I think we need to talk about it,” she said, clearing


    her throat. I wanted to tell her to mind her own business, but then I remembered that she might be able


    to help me. I sped her hand in my own.


    “Follow me,” I stated, and she immediately followed. I locked my gaze on her. She was terrified, yet


    also resolute. “Go on.” As we sat on the couch, I remarked.


    “I understand Mrs. Grayston is a youngdy, but I object to the way you treat her. She’s like a daughter


    to me, in a way. You divorced her, but you still came here to… ” She cleared her throat and continued.


    “to sleep with her. You have never once considered her to be your wife, even though you have been


    married to her for a long time. What made you decide to do it now after you threw the divorce papers in


    her face? I really don’t understand you, Mr. Grayston. Don’t you think what just happened upstairs will


    break her even more? You’ve caused her enough pain already? I should remain silent as a mere


    employee, but Cam is like a daughter to me. She is more concerned about your son than you will


    ever be. You humiliated her so much that she even lost face in public. With all those humiliations, she


    has never thrown divorce papers in your face. However, you divorced her for no apparent reason. Are


    you aware of the anguish she is through as a result of your divorce? She has been in love with you for


    a very long time and has never given up on you. I’ve seen her act fiercely, yet she will always be a


    daughter to me. Mr. Grayston. I would be quite grateful if you left her alone rather than inflicting agony


    on her. Not to mention that you are her first.”


    How the fuck did she know that Camille had never done it?


    When I looked at her, I saw the affection of a mother. Normally, I would have told her to mind her own


    business, but it is not the appropriate response at the moment.


    “Mary, Cam Christopher Grayston is still my wife. It’s a long story that I don’t want to talk about right


    now. I understand your concern for my wife. All I ask of you is to take care of her and my son as you


    have always done. Leave the rest for me.”


    She drew her gaze to mine with a dragging motion. She appeared to be bewildered. I proceeded,


    “However, Cam shouldn’t know anything about this conversation. I would like things to stay as they


    are. Too much information would do so much harm. I have been the worst husband possible, but I have


    learned my lesson and I want my family. I want us to live in peace, not to fight over the same subject


    repeatedly. I’ve been disrespectful to my wife numerous times, and I’m ashamed of myself. I treated


    her as if she were nothing to me, but that was no longer the case. I want my family back and I also


    want to save my family, which is why I’m not saying anything, but one thing is for sure, Cam is mine.


    Additionally, I want you to know that even though I was a jerk in the past, I hate to admit it, but that


    woman changed me. I am unworthy of her, but this charade must continue.” I can’t afford anyone to


    know what is going on, not even Camille.


    Mary made no inquiries whatsoever. She offered me the tray with a smile on her face. I went upstairs


    and found my wife sobbing.


    I sat close to her, held her face, wiped off the tears, and soon started feeding her. She did not press but


    devoured everything. When she was through, I ate my own portion and snuggled down next to her. I


    ran my fingers through her hair and kissed her brows.


    “Are you all right?” She shook her head.


    “I love you, Cam Grayston.” She answered by raising her brows and raising her head.


    “I love you too, Mr. Grayston.” I wasn’t expecting a response from her. When I left the room, she was


    crying, and when I returned, I could see she was sobbing. What transpired?


    “Why did you divorce me and stille here to have sex with me?” I was at a loss for words, so I


    simply kissed her brows and walked away. I couldn’t tell her anything, but like a coward, I ran away


    from my wife.


    I got inside my car, knowing that walking out on her would make matters worse. It’s possible that I’ve


    made things worse for myself and my wife right now. I could have told her everything, but I am


    incapable of doing so. I drove home with the intention of sleeping. We probably could have spent the


    entire day together, but I knew she would be looking for answers, and I didn’t have any at the time, or


    should I say answers.


    ~Cam’s POV~


    Chris left me with a lot of unanswered questions. I wanted answers, but what I don’t understand is why


    he suddenly slept with me. I know Chris so well. He has never for once considered me his. There must


    be something that I am overlooking. He will never make that mistake of sleeping with me. If he slept


    with me, it meant he wanted to, but why now? This is not the time for me to sit and feel sorry for myself.


    I wiped my tears, I went to my study and rummaged through myptop bag to check what I had signed.


    I went through each and every document. I was now reading page 3 when I saw what was beyond my


    imagination. The fucking divorce was… I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. However, I felt betrayed.


    Trust issues are a bastard. So this is what that Idiot has been hiding from me.


    But Why? I thought to myself. I continued reading and if I say I was surprised before, now it seems like


    I’ve grown two heads. Do they trust me that much with such establishments? I have just joined their


    family. What is going on? I knew exactly who I needed to call in order to get the job done. After about 3


    hours of my call, I went back to my bedroom. I inhaled deeply, sat in front of the mirror, and applied my


    makeup in preparation to pick up my kid. I stepped downstairs and was greeted by a cheerful Mary.


    “I wish you a pleasant afternoon, Cam.” I waspletely ashamed. However, there was nothing that


    I could do. She knew I slept with Chris.


    “Afternoon, Mary. I’m on my way to pick up Liam.” She gave a nod. I felt her gaze on me.


    Damn limping


    I limped my way to the front door without sparing Mary a second nce. I climbed into my car and fuck!


    My sex was in a great deal of difort. However, I sucked it up. I drove to Liam’s elementary school.


    I required a diversion in order to process everything I discovered in those divorce papers. I escorted


    Liam to the field. I sat there with my sunsses on, watching him engage in his game. At that moment,


    I noticed Chris, who was sitting on the other side of the stadium, watching Liam y football.


    When did this start? Is this the reason why Liam has been moring to see him? So when I drop Liam


    here and leave, he woulde and watch him y? Naa, did hee here because of me?


    Looking at Chris and his crafty ways, I had a perfect idea of how to aplish my mission. I grinned


    and returned my gaze to the field. I watched as Liam ran to Chris and gave him a hug. I scoffed at how


    mischievous that child is.


    What the hell is going on? Since when has Chris had time for our son? They came up to me. I didn’t


    make a single move. I stood in anticipation of their arrival.


    “Camille,” he stated, and I returned his smile.


    “Chris.”


    “You know, Mom, dad has always stopped by to watch me y. I thought you were noting today,


    dad.” My nefarious little scamp. Like father, like son.


    “How can I miss my champ ying? A promise is a promise, champ.” Chris freed Liam, and he


    immediately returned to his team. It was just myself and my hubby at this point. We were both staring


    at each other, regardless of our eyewear. I could tell he was looking at me with a piercing gaze under


    those sunsses.


    “How are you feeling?” He inquired, and I smiled.


    “Did I tell you I was not feeling well?” I inquired, as I removed my sses and locked my gaze on him.


    He should be terrified of me at this point. I know his little secret. He made me suffer as a result, and I’m


    going to fucking make the most of it to my advantage.


    “Camille, please,” he said in a low voice.


    “We are divorced now. You should not be concerned about the health of your ex-wife. Reporters might


    think you still love your ex-wife. Don’t you think so?” I muttered this as I slid my sunsses back into


    my eyes and stared toward the yground. Hell, there is no way I woulde down from this car


    because I will start limping. But as Liam wasing back he felt and I immediately got down from the


    car and limped my way to him.


    “Camille, you can’t walk. Let me help.”


    “I did limp my way to here, didn’t I?” He gave me a pleading look. “Say bye to Daddy,” I told my son,


    and he did as he was told.


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    “Goodbye, papa!”


    Bring it on, husband!