In her confusion, she realized that the man on top of her was Isaac.

“What's the matter with you?" she asked. Isaac didn't seem to hear her and ripped her clothes. He was harsh and domineering, Like an enraged beast.

Camila struggled valiantly, but her strength faded. She felt cold because her clothes slipped down. Her naked body was exposed in front of him.

“Isaac, why do you do this to me?" she cried, asking in a raspy voice.

“I should have asked you this question. You even asked your father to kneel in order to divorce me! Camila, are you so desperate for a divorce?" His tone was quite icy.

Camila was taken aback by his words. Did Marvin get on his knees to convince Robin to help her divorce?

She felt suffocated and struggled to breathe.

Isaac snarled and pinched her chin.

“Am I not good enough for you? Is it so difficult for you to feel love in your heart? Is it?"

Camila looked into his eyes and saw disappointment, solitude, and anguish.

Her lips twitched. She wanted to speak, but she was at a loss for words.

“Yes, I just want to divorce you," she savagely said as she struggled to contain her emotions.

He thrust ruthlessly.

She moaned in pain and bit her lower lip tightly.

He kissed her fiercely and penetrated vigorously. She was engulfed in emotions and lost in a state of sheer ecstasy. She gave up fighting.

It hurt so much. He was very vicious. However, she didn't despise him.

At that moment, she could figure out the source of his insanity. He blamed her for divorcing and leaving him.

She was in love at the time. She encircled his neck with her arms.

She didn't want to think about their feud. She just wanted to enjoy this moment. She catered to him.

She felt familiar with his feeling and breath during her entanglement with him. She struggled to remember, but Isaac's insistent desire hurt her. It brought her back to reality.

Isaac then got out of bed, dressed, and left the room.

Camila lay on the bed, unable to move because she was so achy. She remained silent when she heard Isaac Leaving. She looked at the ceiling weakly and blankly.

Slowly, she closed her eyes.

A self-mocking smile flashed at the corners of her mouth.

She used to judge women who didn't love themselves the most. She had evolved into this type of person. She had sex with two men in just a year.