With quivering fingers, Alexis concluded the cigarette just as Leonel reappeared, extinguishing it neatly in the ashtray.

The door closed softly.

Detecting the scent of smoke, Leonel looked up to find Alexis standing there.

"Alexis!"

"You had a history with her, didn't you?" Alexis inquired gently, “Was it your first or your last? Can you share that with me?"

Leonel struggled to swallow. "My first one! At the age of 20."

Alexis lowered her head, smiling.

"You're each other's first, correct? Leonel Douglas, you abandoned me and stayed in Acoiclya for Serenity. Now she's Mrs. Larson, and your photo together still graces your desk! What's even more ludicrous is that you assured me of a lifetime together! Damn you!"

Leonel's fists tightened, and arguing was beyond him.

It was undeniably the truth.

During that period, he desperately sought Liberation from the Fowler family, craving freedom. Serenity's warmth ensnared him.

Alexis turned slowly, her face a mask of emotionless composure.

Gazing at him, she uttered, "Leonel, the reason I forgave you and accepted you again was because I know you were just casually involved with those other women. I never believed you were serious about them.

But Serenity was different, wasn't she? It's unlikely for you to casually engage with women like her, so it only meant you were really serious about it. Isn't that true? But then you found her inadequacy, incapable of fulfilling your peculiar kinks, Leading to your separation!"

At this point, Alexis felt immensely repulsed.

She perpetually believed that what Leonel bestowed upon her was distinct from what he offered others.

It turned out he had bestowed those things upon others long before.

Yet she believed they were each other's sole possessions.

Tears eluded Alexis; he wasn't worthy of such emotional investment.

Snatching her coat from the sofa, she made a beeline for the door, despite Leonel's attempt to halt her. He implored, "Alexis, let's have a conversation!"