stumbled backwards.
Noreen approached, her expression one of sorrow for her employerâs heartbreak, recalling the days when Leonel and Alexis seemed inseparable.
She touched his arm, her voice soft.
âMr.
Douglas, itâs time to return to the hospital.
â
In the quiet of the hospital room, Leonel had become Anikaâs focus, her presence constant and unwelcome.
Noreen entered, documents in hand, and hesitated before speaking.
âMiss Cohen is outside, insistent on seeing you.
Mr.
Douglas, she shouldnât linger like this.
â
Propped up in bed, Leonel appeared deep in thought.
At Noreenâs words, he offered a subdued nod.
âLet her in.
â
With a task at hand, Noreen filled a glass w
ith warm water and placed it within Leonelâs reach.
âIâll fetch her.
Maybe itâs time to settle things.
â
Stepping out, she summoned Anika.
Anika, a mix of nerves and anticipation, eased the door open and stepped inside.
Her voice trembled slightly.
âLeonel, weââ
He observed her in silence.
Drawn to him, Anika moved closer, an impulse she couldnât resist.
But as she inclined toward him, Leonelâs reaction was swift and startling.
He averted her advance, sending her reeling, before pulling her hair and banging her head against the bedside table.
The collision was sharp, the corner tearing a small gash in her skin.
Dazed, Anika touched the wound, her gaze never leaving Leonel.
She was at a loss, the gentleness she knew from him seemed a distant memory.
He grasped her chin, his tone icy, a warning clear.
âI told you to leave Alexis alone.
Despite her struggles, you baited her with the press at the courthouse.
â
Anikaâs voice trembled with uncertainty.
âI never meant it Like that.
Leonel, you chose me once.
Now that sheâs gone, why not give us a real chance? How will you know if you donât feel the same unless we try?â
Leonelâs response was dismissive, a firm hand against her chest.
He slid a cigarette from his pocket and bent his head to light it, a plume of smoke obscuring his face.
With a cynical chuckle, he questioned, âIs there truly such a thing as abundant love?â
The color drained from Anikaâs face as realization took hold.
She had never been his choice, only a pawn in his game against Alexis.
Despite the shock, a hollow laugh escaped her.