Anika must have left it.
Alexis felt queasy, turning away.
âLet me out.
â
Leonel spotted the perfume but grinned.
He lit a cigarette, glanced at her.
âThereâs no rush to leave.
I wonât hassle you.
I just need to say my piece.
â
Disgust flashed in his eyes.
She guessed his agenda.
Calmly, she reclined, staring ahead.
Leonel smoked, and then snuffed out the cigarette.
Casually, he said, âYou had other people in your life.
Why couldnât I? Alexis, you want out.
Fine, letâs get a divorce.
â
Outside, the night felt heart-wrenching.
But Alexis was numb.
In a light tone, Leonel continued, âCongrats.
Youâre free and so am I.
Itâs not my business who youâre with, just as it isnât yours who Iâm with.
â
With a sneer, Leonel delivered his parting shot.
Alexis took a deep breath, striving for calm.
âRight.
There will be no ties between us from now on.
â
A click broke the silence.
The car door unlocked.
Leonel, still cold, ordered, âOut.
â
It was cold in the early autumn night and the autumnâs chill had settled in.
Alexis, without a coat and in heels, received no sympathy as Leonel ushered her out.
She clenched her jaw, opened the door.
She shivered in the cold breeze.
Inside, Leonel glanced at her before driving off.
The road stretched on in the night, lit by golden streetlights.
About to call, Alexis realized her phone was in Leonelâs car.
She stared into the distance, then slowly removed her heels.
The concrete was unforgiving and her feet hurt.
It hit Alexis like a ton of bricks: breaking up with Leonel was more than just awkward-it was downright tragic.