Diane’s P.O.V.

Just when I thought he had already moved on and quietly went to the States without fussing about my relationship with his brother, I was wrong. Finally having the strength to move, my right feet started to step back while my two eyes were still stuck at Leandro.

I also held on tightly to my financial documents as if I could use these as a weapon against the man who was in front of me. Of all people, I wouldn’t expect him to be here.

He was wearing a blue tuxedo paired with black leather shoes, and unlike the last time I saw him, his face was clean-shaven....