A tremor ran through Camila's body.

How could he say that?

In his eyes, was she really just a whore?

Then again, perhaps he was right.

She did cheat on him, after all.

Even if they did not love each other, what she did was wrong.

She had been unfaithful to him.

She knew that, but when he used such foul language to call her, she felt Like dying of shame and humiliation.

It hurt so much.

"I won't deny it," Camila said in a hoarse voice. "Let me go if you hate me so much."

“No way!" Suddenly, Isaac sat bolt upright, gazing at her nearly bare upper body.

As he looked down at her, he muttered, “Look at yourself."

Camila made no attempt to cover herself.

Isaac wanted to see her cower in fear and embarrassment, but she would not let him.

Her clothing was a tangled mess when she sat up. "You don't like a woman like me, right?"

She then added, "If you do, you're just as filthy as me."

At first, Isaac just wanted to humiliate her. However, he underestimated the woman's ability to tempt him.

“You really can't go on without a man, do you?"

Isaac moved forward, grabbed her by the throat, and planted a passionate kiss on her mouth.

Camila flinched in pain.

Still, the suffering in her heart was worse.

Suddenly, she smelled blood.

Isaac had bitten her lips.

Camila slowly closed her eyes.

She was beyond desperate now.