She walked over to the head of the bed and looked down at him. She had once loved this man.

But she was taking all of her feelings back. From this day forward, Isaac was nothing to her.

His upper Lip curled into a sneer.

“Then you'd better make sure you escape to somewhere I can't find, because if I do, I promise you that you will die at my hands."

"Oh, I already knew that," Camila said nonchalantly. "Don't worry. I'll hide well."

With that, she sauntered out of the room.

“Camila Haynes!" Isaac's roar rang out in the entire villa. Camila took one last glance at him before closing the bedroom door.

The incense continued to burn, and its effects lasted until late into the afternoon of the next day.

Even Glenda was unable to get up and tend to her duties, since she had also used the incense Camila had previously given her.

Almost a day had passed since Camila had left. Needless to say, there was no trace of her whereabouts.

She had taken all her clothes, too.

Everything was calm on the surface.

Once Isaac regained his strength, the first thing he did was to grab the divorce papers and rip them to shreds.

There was no way he was ever going to sign it.

He threw the torn pieces to the trash bin with so much force that some of them littered on the floor.

Isaac stared at his hands, his face darkening. He swore there and then that he would take that woman back, no matter what it took.

And then he would torture her until she begged and pleaded.

He would make the rest of her life a living hell!

He had already humbled himself beyond anyone could have thought he was capable of, but she had still gone and stabbed him in the back. Meanwhile, Camila had just arrived at Skystead.

Rowena had rented a house there, so she already had a place to stay. Camila took a day to just rest and unwind from all the stress.

It was during dinner when she told her mother matter-of-factly, "Mom,

I've divorced Isaac."

After a brief explanation on the matter, Rowena expressed her support and relief at her daughter's decision The marriage was not built on love, after all.

It was nothing more than a business transaction between self-centered individuals, and Camila had been the one to pay the price. Rowena plucked a piece of fish and put it in her daughter's plate. "This is a good thing."

Camila nodded and was silent for a while. In truth, she had no appetite. She didn't know how to tell Rowena about her pregnancy.