Banging him as his little wife watch

**~Camila’s POV~**

I was in my room when I heard sounds that were obvious to me, but then I wanted to check. I walked into Chris’s study, where the commotion was coming from, only to find my husband fucking his ex-wife, or should I say, the man I married solely to get US residency. They didn’t lie when they said curiosity killed a cat. I knew that this was going to happen. However, I believed I could handle it. Of course, I will handle it, but who am I? He was sleeping with his child’s mother, and I’m simply a girl with nothing but the wife title. We are nothing to each other, but why does it hurt that he is sleeping with Claudia? I mean he has been fucking anything and everything and I wasn’t affected. Why does this hurt so much?

*I have nothing. Liam isn’t my son. Perhaps I should leave. They could be a happy family, I mean. Why do I feel as if I’m hindering a wonderful thing? Perhaps coming to the United States was a huge mistake, after all. Besides, they are a family and I am an outsider. My tears were uncontrollable. Why am I inconsolable? He wanted to sleep with me only two days ago. He purchased a building for me last night. If I stay and put up a fight, who will I be fighting for? Him? I am nobody to him. What are they to me?*

I am nobody, I have nothing to fight for. Chris and I need to divorce. It hurts so much that my chest aches, but why? He is just a paper husband. My hands were shaking as I reached out for my phone and sent a text message to my brother. He responded very too quickly. I left my phone at home and took my laptop. I was certain Chris would track it down. I got to the airport and parked my car. I’m not interested in him locating me. I shall return when I am well. I need to think, he was never my husband, but it hurts watching him fuck Claudia. Why did he make a fool out of me? Why did he want us to play the loving couple in front of Claudia and betrayed me?

I have never been this betrayed in my life. Why did he use me to get to his ex-wife? I was just a pawn for him. I was nothing but a pawn.

My brother arrived in the family’s private jet to fetch me. He saw tears in my eyes but didn’t ask me anything. I hate hearing I told you so. My brothers never wanted me to leave Mexico, but I was so naive and now, now I have no one but the same family. I thought they were overprotective.

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“Did a boy hurt you, Bitsy?”

“Don’t call me that!” I said while wiping my tears. That is how I left the United States and returned to Mexico with my brother Eduardo. When I got home, my father didn’t question me. As a result, neither did I mention anything about marrying an American boy. I retired to my room to ponder. I didn’t even consider how difficult it was to think, but instead, I sobbed. I wish Mama was here, but I can’t even tell anyone I was married. My poor choices. They don’t need to know that piece of information. I sobbed uncontrollably till I fell asleep.

**~Christopher’s POV~**

I’m still reeling from what I did to my wife. I’m sure she had no objection to my fucking around, but me fucking Claudia, I crossed the line.

*How am I going to rectify this situation?*

She departed while I was preparing to dress. I’m not even sure where I’d look for her. I know she doesn’t have friends. Where do I begin my search?

*Fuck, I made a huge mistake.*

She’s probably convinced herself that she’s standing between me and Claudia.

*Why did I cave into Claudia’s demands? Was she making all that racket in order to draw my wife’s attention to us? Is it possible that I fell for this woman’s tricks? I could have killed her if she hadn’t given birth to my son. Why, Christopher, why did I do that?*

Shit, I messed up big time. We were busy playing the loving couple in front of Claudia. She might have left because of her womanly pride. Why did I do this to her?

I could have fucked her in a different location, but not in our home. I returned to my study and Robin entered.

“Where has she gone?” I asked.

“We located her car at the airport, but she did not board an airplane. We sought the film and discovered the following. She parked her car, and a car arrived at the airport to pick her up. We tried to track down the car owner but we failed. We monitored her phone usage. She sent a message to someone to come and pick her up before she left the house. The message was written in Spanish. When we tried to get the phone number, the phone’s contents and contacts were promptly deleted. I’m not entirely certain who you’re married to, boss, but the woman you married is a mystery.”

“Are you trying to tell me that my wife has departed the country and cannot be located?”

“That is, unfortunately, the case, boss. We made every effort.”

My team has been tracking every move she has made ever since I married her. I’m unable to locate her details. The funny part is I know nothing about my wife. Now she has vanished into thin air, and I can’t locate her. To be honest, I know just who to ask. My grandfather knows who my wife is but that old man will never share that piece of information with me.

“Forget it. I doubt you will locate her. I know of someone who will.”

I drove to the old man. I found him with my grandmother. He knows that I am not paying him a visit. My grandfather is the only man I respect in my family and love more than my own parents. I do not play with that old man, he is my rock. I shall not spare him even a passing glance. We proceeded to his study.

“What do you want?” he inquired.