Mistaken Marriage, Unexpected Love

“No big deal. I can teach you. Shall we begin your lessons?” The man grabbed a glass from the table and filled it to the brim with liquor. He held it up to her lips.

Camila turned her head to the side in an attempt to dodge him, but the man clamped his free arm around her and held her still.

“Let go of me!” She struggled against him with all that she had. She would have succeeded, too, if Isaac didn’t choose that moment to intervene.

“It is your duty to entertain my guests. If you can’t even manage this much, then just fuck off already!” Isaac was leaning forward in his seat, and the play of light and shadows in the room lent a sinister quality to his features.

All this time, Camila had foolishly believed that her husband would dismiss her as some piece of trash, unworthy of his time and attention.

Never had she expected him to actively make her life miserable.

“Fine. I’ll drink it.” She pushed the man away and took the glass.

Liquid for one tense moment, then

and it left a burning sensation in its trail.

brows and pursed her lips, trying to stave off the discomfort that was threatening to

across as a flirtatious one, and the man

I

a means of escape, only for her eyes to be arrested by another pair a few feet away. Isaac’s

“You… Whatever The man all but yelped with glee. He snaked his other arm around Camila and grinned at her. This time, she didn’t struggle. Instead, she

walked up

I don’t think… I don’t think she would

to divorce, but surely he didn’t mean for her to be

took a sip. He glanced sideways at Willie and said, “Do you

too far! How dare they foist an impure