The Fowler residence was vibrant with her childrenâs presence over the weekend, but she returned to the villa in solitude.
The greetings of the household staff failed to penetrate her reverie.
She sequestered herself within the study.
There, the playback of the video became a relentless cycle on her laptop.
She watched Leonelâs embrace with another, a haunting repetition.
She immersed herself in the imagery until a wave of revulsion overwhelmed her, and she succumbed to nausea.
Leonel exited the Fowlersâ residence marked by the evidence of a confrontation-red imprints stained his face, and a trickle of blood stained the corner of his mouth.
Despite the damage, Waylenâs frustration lingered, feeling his reprimand had not been harsh enough.
As eveningâs shadows gathered, Leonelâs phone buzzed incessantly with Anikaâs calls.
Glancing at the insistent caller ID, he dismissed the call, only for it to ring again.
With a flick, he silenced it entirely and sought solace in the smoky tendrils of his cigarette, contemplating the sky.
He arrived back at the villa under the cloak of eight oâclock.
The servantâs greeting was a hushed
whisper.
âMrs.
Douglas has returned.
Sheâs confined herself to the study, visibly agitated.
Mr.
Douglas, she might need you.
â
With a ghostly pallor under the studyâs crystal light, Leonel ascended the stairs.
At the studyâs threshold, he knocked tenderly.
âAlexis?â
Silence was his only answer, prompting him to enter.
The study was shrouded in darkness, saturated with the tang of spirits.
There, Alexis was ensconced on the floor, her laptop casting an eerie glow, while discarded photographs lay around her like fallen leaves.
The laptop screen played a looping embrace, the audible intimacy echoing in the quiet room.
A shiver ran through Leonel at the sight, his voice a low echo.
âAlexis.
â
She halted, the motion of the world seeming to pause before her eyes lifted to meet his.
Alexisâ 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 couldnât 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 wouldnât have been able to believe that Leonel could be so passionate with another woman.
In fact, his eyes were burning with desire as he ki*sed 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.