She didn't refute his words, she couldn't bear to.

Isaac wasn't wrong. She had indeed cheated on him.

“I never wanted to marry you," Camila muttered under her breath.

Isaac felt sick to his stomach. He threw the plastic packet at her face, its edge grazing the corner of her eyes and Leaving a thin, red mark in its wake.

Thankfully, Camila had closed her eyes before it hit her. She crouched and retrieved the medicine, her grip so tight that she bent the plastic plate. The stinging in her skin was nothing compared to the humiliation she had just suffered in the hands of Isaac. He had trampled on her dignity in a matter of seconds.