Then one day, Anika had received a surprise present.

It was a fancy red coral piece from Leonel, rare and pricey. She proudly displayed it on her foyer.

Rumor had it that Leonel had splurged on her that night, popping champagne and all.

The whispers about them spread like wildfire but no newspapers or media outlets covered it. It was all hearsay. After all, nobody dared to cross Leonel.

Of course, Alexis caught wind of some of the gossip.

Though Leonel refused to divorce, he hardly ever came home.

Meanwhile, Alexis did nothing but wait for him to bring it up himself.

She figured it wouldn't be long before he came crawling back. If he really was messing around, the other woman must be itching to take her place. He's be indulge her and end things with Alexis. Then, he and his new lover could flaunt their relationship to the world.

One evening, Alexis lounged on the balcony in a crisp white robe, fresh from a shower.

The late summer breeze tousled her hair as she stood lost in thought.

As Leonel stepped out of the sleek black limo, he glanced up and spotted Alexis...

There she was, bathed in moonlight and wind, looking like a celestial being.

Leonel leaned against the car door, unable to tear his gaze away from Alexis.

His throat tightened as memories flooded back — the night they'd been together, Alexis' tear-streaked face, her desperate pleas to stop...

Lost in his thoughts, Leonel gripped the car door tightly.

Suddenly, Alexis snapped out of her reverie.

Her eyes locked with Leonel's as they met after weeks apart.

She opened her mouth, ready to speak, but then she noticed another figure emerging from the car.

It was Anika.

Leonel, in his sharp black suit, and Anika, in pristine white, made quite the pair.