Isaac saw this coming. He quickly planted his knee between her legs and clamped down on her restless leg.

His knee was so close to Camila's private parts, rubbing against her inner thigh provokingly. Camila's face turned red in an instant. The man didn't know if it was because of anger or shyness!

Isaac's kiss was by no means gentle. He deliberately made it hurt in order to punish her. And Camila couldn't do anything about it.

After a long time, she gradually grew numb to the stinging pain. Her eyes were bloodshot and filled with tears, sparkling feebly under the dim Light.

Only then did Isaac let go of her.

He reached out and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, asking in a hoarse voice, "Does it hurt?"

"It pains me more than it does you," Isaac said in a Low voice. His heart was aching.

He gently dabbed at the hot tears in the corners of her eyes. "You married me, so you are mine. This is our fate. You need to bear the responsibility of being my wife."

If this had been in the past, he would have laughed at the prospect of fate.

Isaac saw it as nothing more than some pretentious nonsense. But Camila had made him believe in it. Now, he believed with all his heart that they were destined to be together.

That momentous few minutes at the hospital. It was their first marriage night. He might have deliberately avoided seeing his bride, but the universe had still brought them together.

That was what kismet was all about, wasn't it?

Camila choked on a sob.

Perhaps if she hadn't borne a child, she might be willing to keep her promise to Robin. No matter how cruel Isaac was to her, and whether he liked her or some other woman, she would have stayed in their marriage But the fact was that she had had a baby.

And that child was not Isaac's.

If he found out about this, with his vicious temper, another disaster was bound to happen.

Divorce was the only logical choice.

They should just Live their own separate lives.

For Camila, this was the best option for the both of them.

“You know I'm no longer pure," she rasped.

“Are you really okay with that? Don't you feel humiliated or disgusted to have such a wife?"

Isaac looked her in the eye and said in a firm voice, "No."

A soft gasp escaped Camila's Lips.

This wasn't like him at all.

The great Isaac Johnston was a proud man.