At first, she wanted to comfort him, but no words that would make him feel better came to mind.

The only thing she could do was to drink with him.

“ALL of you women are liars. Liars!" Forrest cried with a hiccup as he staggered up from the sofa. His breath reeked of alcohol, and his clothes looked wrinkled and unruly. He swiped the bottle off the table and took another sip. After that, he slumped down on the floor and leaned against the sofa

Taking a huge gulp of the alcohol, he said, “Camila, what's Laura's husband Like?"

Camila pursed her Lips. She looked at him and answered, "I don't know." The truth was that Laura didn't have any other man after she had broken up with him.

After saying that, Camila also took a sip of wine.

“She has given birth to a baby,” Forrest murmured to himself. His face looked despondent. "She betrayed me and married another man. Have you seen her child? It's..." He made a gesture with his hand. "It's so small, so little."

Slowly, his voice became quieter and quieter with each word. "The baby... If only I'm the father."

Camila leaned closer and listened to every word that he spoke.

She seemed to understand the pain that Forrest was feeling right now. Just like her, when she found out that she might divorce Isaac, a strong feeling of loss pervaded her.

She clearly knew that she shouldn't, but she still fell for him again as though it was an inevitability.

She grabbed the last glass of alcohol and drained it until it was empty.

“You've drunk a lot and can't drink anymore. I'll drive you home," she offered.

Forrest waved his hand at her. "No, I'm staying here."

She tried carrying him but found that he was too heavy for her. So, she asked the driver to help her get him into the car and send him back. After that, she went back to the villa.

Her head was spinning after drinking a lot. She went straight upstairs and wanted to take a nap.

Her sleep was so deep that not even the doorbell ringing roused her awake.

After a long time, she finally woke up. When she looked outside the window, it was already dark. The Light in the room was not turned on, and it seemed much darker than it usually Looked.

She rubbed the sleep off her eyes and was about to stand up when suddenly, she saw someone standing beside her bed.

“Isaac, is that you?" she asked.

The figure didn't answer.

When she heard no response, she tried reaching out to him.

Out of nowhere, she felt something push her down. An immense weight pinned her to the bed.

“Ah!" she screamed in horror.

The more she struggled, the more the weight on top of her pressed her down.