He figured, if Alexis wanted to live like this forever, he would too.

In a soft voice, Leonel said, "Evelyn and Daniel are still up. Let's head home."

Saying that made him a bit sad.

If it weren't for the kids, Alexis might've split ages ago. Even if not divorcing, she'd jet off abroad, never turning back...

She'd been putting up with it every darn night!

Alexis sat up, her gorgeous curves showing even in the dim.

She got up, swept her hair back, and smoothed her dress. It had a few wrinkles, and Leonel offered, “Let me fix that for you."

But when his hand touched her, she flinched away.

Silence hung heavy.

Leonel, feeling a bit awkward as the husband, still said softly, "I just want to help with your dress."

Alexis, cold in private, retorted, "I can handle it myself."

Then, with a chilly stare, she said, "Let's go!"

As they started walking, Leonel grabbed her wrist. He sensed her reluctance as their bodies touched. But this time, he held on. Slowly, he drew her closer and softly asked, "Do you still resent me, Alexis?

Are you going to keep treating me Like this forever just because of Calvin? How long's it been since we were intimate? Do you even remember?"

Alexis couldn't recall.

Ever since she found out what he did, she couldn't bring herself to care about him anymore.

Calvin had once been her rock. She was on her own and seven months pregnant with Evelyn in Braseovell. One day she just started bleeding and the snow was too heavy for the ambulance to come. Calvin, frail as he was, carried her to the hospital. He saved Alexis and her daughter, just like she'd once pulled him from darkness. They were family long ago.

But Leonel stopped her from seeing Calvin one last time before he passed.

What was Calvin like at the end of his life?

Did he know that... she didn't even know?