One night, Leonel ran into Alexis at a fancy event.

She danced a couple of times with her new guy, and then left the ballroom with him, hand in hand. As she walked away in that stunning red dress, Leonel felt a sharp pang in his chest. But he just stood in the corner, watching in silence.

His stomach churned.

He knew he had to let her go but he couldn't help obsessing over her every move. He kept tabs on her dates, where they went, and what they did.

He even tracked their hotel stays.

So far, they hadn't booked a room together.

He knew it wasn't right but he couldn't stop. Sometimes, he'd wake up from dreams of Alexis with another man, imagining them being close.

Leonel's emotions started to spiral out of control.

He nearly lost it during a business meeting with one of his partner.

Noreen had to pull Leonel away before he did something he'd regret.

She thought Leonel could really use a therapist.

Tonight at the banquet, Leonel ran into that partner again.

The man wasn't keen on facing Leonel, keeping his distance and mumbling insults.

"What was so special about Leonel? He used to be something, sure, but now he's just a rich cripple! That accident left him barely able to walk again with a shattered leg, and he still acts like he's hot stuff! He claims he has gout, but he's just covering up his disability. All he's doing is trying to look good for the ladies to feed his bruised ego. I bet he wouldn't even go near his ex-wife. He's probably useless in bed now! He was just a waste!"

Around the corner, Alexis stood by the window.

She wasn't really dating anyone; she and her “new boyfriend" were just business partners. They pretended to be a couple to avoid endless blind dates.

She watched the fireworks quietly, minding her own business.

But when Leonel's partner walked by, she heard every word he spat out.

He said Leonel's leg was shattered.

He said it was because of that accident.