For nearly a year, every message and letter purportedly from Calvin had been orchestrated by Leonel.

Calvin had passed away long before, yet Alexis was led to believe he was still alive. She never got the chance to bid him farewell, with him being buried far from Braseovell, the place that had once been their home together.

Alexis took it upon herself to repatriate Calvin, Laying him to rest in a modest cemetery.

From that point, her relationship with Leonel had irrevocably deteriorated.

Alexis hadn't pursued a divorce, continuing to care for their two children as before without even bringing up separation. Yet, as time passed, Leonel sensed her growing detachment.

Despite his attempts to rekindle their connection, Alexis remained unresponsive, her attention seemingly elsewhere.

For a while, he'd insist on being intimate with her every night...

One rainy evening, with the kids still around, there was a young, pretty lady in their bed, obviously a lady of the night.

She was Leonel's type. In that moment, Leonel's eyes were bloodshot.

He loosened his tie, yelled at the woman to scram, and then looked around, only to find that Alexis had already moved her stuff out of the main bedroom.

He found her in the guest room.

She sat quietly by the bedside, neat and tidy, in a white robe, flipping through a legal book. Leonel, acting Like a lunatic, grabbed his tie and looped it around Alexis’ wrists.

That night, he had raw sex with her. He'd never been so rough with her.

Come dawn, Alexis lay still, not even glancing at him or telling him to hit the road.

Leonel leaned in close to her neck and pleaded, "Alexis, don't freeze me out like this!"

Alexis seemed unmoved.

From then on, they barely spent any time together. It wasn't that Leonel didn't want to, but whenever he saw Alexis' indifferent face, he couldn't go through with what he had in mind.

As time passed, he seemed to care less..

While Waylen chatted with Alexis, the help announced, “Mr. Douglas is back."

Alexis glanced over.