In her eyes, conversing with Anika was beneath her.

Alexis strolled to her car, hopped in, and peeled out of there.

Anika, lips pressed tight, slid on her shades. She wasn't ready to throw in the towel. Figured if she stirred the pot with Alexis, it'd ignite some sparks. Anika aimed to blow this whole mess sky-high, pushing Leonel toward a divorce.

But Alexis gave her the cold shoulder, much to Anika's dismay.

Anika felt a twinge of anxiety. She knew men's tendencies. Sure, Leonel swung by mainly to ruffle Alexis' feathers, and for a bit of excitement with her.