She hadn't mustered the courage to glance at this photo in a long time. Each time she did, her resentment toward Leonel deepened a bit more.

Why didn't he leave decisively if he didn't love her?

They could have remained like family, perhaps even grabbing a drink together at a bar without any extra complications. Yet, he chose to frolic outside and return home, expecting her to offer love after sating his desires.

Love, huh?

Did she still feel that?