Chapter 42

Camila tried to relax her expression after hearing that, but she simply couldn't.

So she just dropped the smile altogether and lowered her head.

“| was wrong.”

“If you want me to buy your apology, then you need to show your sincerity. Say, for example, get the hell out of my villa?” Isaac's

face remained blank, but his words were dripping with venom.

But they made sense to Camila. Perhaps to him, she was nothing more than an intruder in his home.

She was not welcome here. Even so. She hadn’t actually barged in here. She was forced by someone else.

Everyone in both their families knew that Isaac did not want to marry Camila.

So, why on earth would she want to marry him?

Was there anyone who had ever paused and considered her feelings on the matter, even for only just a minute?

Camila looked up, her crystal clear eyes filled with tears.

As Isaac gazed into them, he felt something tug at his heart, something that made his breath caught in his throat.

And for one brief moment, he felt a sense of familiarity.

Amuscle ticked at his jaw as he struggled to calm his features and looked away.

“What now?” Isaac said, his tone softening ever so slightly. “Are you trying to act pitiful to gain my sympathy?”

Camila swallowed the lump in her throat and held back her tears. “It’s not that | am unwilling to divorce you,” she said calmly.

“But your grandfather made me sign a guarantee note that says | never will.”

She had never been the type to reveal her weaknesses and appeal to others, but her current situation didn’t allow her to act as

tough as she usually would. “My mother was in a critical condition, and your grandfather helped me with her transplant and

treatment. | have no choice but to stay married to you. Do you really believe that you’re the only one who’s against this

marriage?”

Isaac’s eyes narrowed at that.

“What did you just say?” he asked sharply. “So, you don’t want to stay in this marriage?”

“Of course not. If it wasn’t for my mother, | would have never agreed to marry you in the first place!” Camila spat out the words

bitterly. She wouldn't be suffering this much if she had complete control over her life.

Isaac’s lips curled into a sneer. Was this woman saying that she had been forced to marry him against her will?

Was he that awful?

“So are you saying that you feel wronged to have been forced to marry me?” he bit out through gritted teeth.

“That’s right,” Camila answered bluntly.

It drove Isaac into a full-blown rage.

The veins on his forehead bulged, and his nostrils flared. How the hell could she not want to marry him?