"Alexis."

She halted, the motion of the world seeming to pause before her eyes lifted to meet his.

Alexis' eyes were even darker and more hollow then the pitch black night.

She stood there, simply staring at Leonel. After a while, she returned her attention to her laptop. But still, she couldn't get the scenes of intimacy between Anika and Leonel out of her mind. Those scenes replayed in her mind alongside the same video of the man that was now standing in front of her.

If she had not seen it with her own eyes, she wouldn't have been able to believe that Leonel could be so passionate with another woman.

In fact, his eyes were burning with desire as he kissed the woman deeply and affectionately.

It would be very difficult for Alexis to forget those images.

For now, they had become engraved in her mind almost permanently.

Whenever she felt weak in the future, these disgusting scenes would remind her not to go back.

Meanwhile, Leonel's hand was trembling slightly. It took a long time and a lot of effort before he could control himself.

He marched up to Alexis and grabbed her laptop. “Don't watch the rubbish anymore," he admonished.

He tried to delete the video from the system, but the file was just too large to be easily deleted. He couldn't bear it anymore, so broke the laptop in two.

At this point, the screen went blank.

In the process, some photos had fallen on the floor. Leonel quickly gathered them.

ALL of them were pictures of him kissing Anika.

The last time he saw these photos was at Fowler residence hours ago.

ALL of the pictures were taken from a very convenient angle. Back then, Waylen had thrown the photos at him and quickly followed it up with a stinging slap.

Leonel couldn't say anything in his defense because there was just no way he could refute something Like this.

Seeing the pictures again, he still couldn't help but feel shocked.

He just couldn't explain how his marriage had come to this point.