Turning it over hastily, he noticed words engraved on the base.

It was supposed to be an anniversary gift from Alexis.

Apparently, she had intended to salvage their marriage at that time, but she hadn't had the chance to express it, and the gift had never been sent.

He recalled that on that fateful night, he had purposely orchestrated Anika's presence to provoke Alexis. He had even arranged for a woman he kissed while inebriated to confront Alexis.

On that particular night, he had coerced Alexis into having sex with him, causing her deliberate harm.

What thoughts crossed Alexis' mind as she endured the pain?

Did she ponder if her years of love for him were in vain? Did she question if such a cruel man was deserving of her efforts to salvage their relationship?

Suddenly, Leonel reached out to shield his eyes.

A sharp pain pierced his stomach, causing sweat to bead on his forehead.

Yet, he resisted taking medication, realizing he had lost something more precious than his physical well-being.

Leonel frantically dialed Alexis' number, but his attempts to reach her were futile. He knew deep down that he'd never be able to connect with her again.

Despite the stomachache, Leonel hurried to the Fowlers’ mansion. A servant informed him that Alexis was away on a business trip and might return the following week.

In the dead of night, Leonel found himself standing alone, swallowed by the shadows of the maple tree.

He held the glazed ball in his hand, memories flooding back.

The wind whispered past, carrying echoes of Alexis' childhood voice.

"Leonel, come quick!"

"You can't drown the little tree with so much water!" "Okay, let's grow up together with this little tree."

“Leonel, come make a pinky promise with me."

Moonlight filtered through the branches, illuminating the tears streaking Leonel's cheeks as he wept.

In the second hearing, Leonel finally laid eyes on Alexis.