When he did return, Alexis treated him as nothing more than an old playmate.

She spoke openly about her dates with other men, sharing intimate details without hesitation.

This tormented Leonel deeply.

In a soft tone, he asked, "Do you hate me, Alexis?"

Alexis, looking straight ahead, Laughed.

“Hate takes too much energy. You were the one who wanted us to part ways, Leonel. I just went along with it. Are you tired of your adventures now? Do you no longer see home as a prison?"

Annoyed, Alexis took out a pack of cigarettes.

She smoked only when stressed.

Lighting a cigarette, she whispered, “Why should I welcome you back?

I'm not a recycling bin for discarded loves. Did you see the young man I was with? Fresh and exciting..."

Leonel's breathing became erratic, his voice strained.

"Stop it, Alexis"

Her light laugh offered no further explanation.

This was better for him. He should let go of this twisted fantasy of getting her back.

He could just live his life abroad and bring someone home on holidays.

That would be perfect for everyone!

Alexis leaned her head back, eyes half-closed, savoring her cigarette.

Just as she was about to put it out, it was plucked from her fingers.

She then tasted a familiar scent on her Lips.

Opening her eyes, she saw Leonel close to her.