His Second Wife

Chapter 41

~Camila’s POV~

Welling up in tears as I hugged Luke so tightly as though my life depended on it.

How come Luke knows so much about me, the pictures I took with Chris before I made sure they were not published? How did Luke know that Chris was my husband?

After that, I overheard him say,

“Do you trust me, Camila?”

I’m not sure how to respond to his question because I’ve just met Luke, but he looks like the type of person who would never judge me. I nodded, unsure of what Luke intended to accomplish.

“Before you became Camila Grayston, you were Camila Mendoza, and I’ll be damned if I watched you suffer at the hands of that ungrateful man.” He said as he hoisted me up and escorted me inside the building. I’m not sure I’m ready to accept such an act out of the blue, but I’m going to trust Luke. He instantly laid me down once we were inside the building. After that, he switched back to being my assistant.

What the devil was that?

I swear I was as red as a tomato. The way I feel is completely out of character. Like hell, I should.

Isn’t Luke supposed to be gay?

I dashed to my office, slamming the door tight behind me. I leaned against the door, my hand resting on my burning face.

Fuck! This is what happens when a couple is married without having sex. Shit! What am I trying to convey? Maybe I would even die a bitter wife. Why am I still not divorcing this jackass?

I gathered my wits and made my way to my seat.

Why does Luke seem to have so much information about me? Is he stalking me or something?

A knock at the door drew my attention away from my thoughts.

“Come in!” I shrieked. Luke walked in with some papers for me to sign.

“When I got outside and read the news on my phone, I actually wanted you to sign these documents. Prior to this, I had to attend to you. Though it is somewhat urgent, your well-being is more vital.”

Was he taught how to be this kind?

He presented me with the documentation.

“Luke, you seem to know a lot about me. Have we met before? I know that I’ve asked this question before, but I want to be certain.”

“Oh, that’s right; it all started with my admiration for your designs and my attendance at each of your events. Then I saw you saving a child one day. That was the first time I realized you were Mrs. Grayston. At first, I was enraged, but it was none of my business. I noticed he was seeing other women while you were still together, so I assumed it was just a phase. As a result, I surmised that he might have an issue with the age difference between you two, as that man fucks anything that walks.”

I couldn’t stop myself from laughing. Then Luke continued,

“One thing I’m not sure about is why he’s fucking around when he has all he needs at home. Another unsolved riddle is why your husband, San Diego’s most dreaded man, allows the press to gossip about him when he has the power to make people vanish. When he is capable of annihilating everyone who dares to oppose him. Unless he wants others to believe otherwise, he’s a jerk. Believe me, none of these journalists writing about him are not afraid. Yes, they are. There are stories of how Chris makes

people vanish, just like his ex-wife vanished and came back. How he purchased people’s businesses for a dollar and then sold them for billions and donated the money to charity. Why would he donate to charity if he was not a good man? Camila, I am not advocating that you return to your husband. That man is shattered. There is something he is unwilling to discuss or something he has done that has shaped him into the man he is now. I was born and raised here. While I understand why people feared him, his character has shifted dramatically over the last three years. No one dared to report rubbish about him previously. Why would he want his infidelity trending every day? Why is he unwilling to safeguard his reputation? I despise him, but something is wrong with him.” He moved closer and murmured,

“Walls have ears. Apparently, he married someone who was either dating or sleeping with someone close to him. And she played him and fled, or she was his wife but was busy sleeping with someone extremely close to him. We all suspected Mark, but he and Mark remain the best of friends. Camila, I know better, a secret that not even your husband knows. But if he fucks with you next time, I will give him the shock of his life.”

I’ve never been a fan of gossip, I answered, but chatting with Luke feels nice.

As a result, I whispered back,

“What if it’s Mark, but Chris is not willing to lose a friend over a woman?”

Luke then shrugged. I swear if I continue to be in Luke’s company, I will learn who did what in the entire city of San Diego. I moved my focus to the documents he handed me and signed, but I kept a close eye on him. Women enjoy gossiping. Luke cannot possibly be straight. I continued to keep a close eye on him. Fuck! He isn’t going to give it away. I stood there watching him pick up a pen. He noticed I was staring.

“What?” he blurted out.

“Nothing.”

“Better!” I swear if I spend any more time with this one, I will become tainted. I’ve never laughed that loudly in my entire life. Perhaps making friends isn’t such a horrible idea after all. Luke is the ideal match for a friend.

“Then I’m going to get out of here before Christopher Grayston stomps on my balls.”

I laughed and exclaimed. Thanks to Luke, I had one of the best days of my life. He helped clear my mind. I packed up my bag and headed home. Liam, these days, doesn’t want me to pick him up. He always insists that Mary picks him up. Apparently, I have to focus on my work. I miss picking him up. I parked my car and headed inside. Then my little bambino welcomed me with a huge hug. Oh, how I love this little guy.

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Aaah, fuck me!