Alisha changed her dress.

She let out a sigh before daring to leave that room, she didn't think that kind of clothes would suit her so well. It wasn't that she had a bad body, it was just that she preferred her boots and leather jackets.

That beautiful residence looked so empty.

There wasn't a single employee but the place didn't have a speck of dust, it was a huge house with luxurious corridors, colorful paintings that would be from some limited collection.

As he walked down the stairs he noticed that chandelier hanging at the top of the ceiling, it looked like a spider's web adorned with many alluring shades.

He headed for the door.

Going in the car driven by his chauffeur, he began to regret going to that celebration, there would be no way to escape either, he had his eyes fixed on the hands in his lap. Still lingering in her memory was that photograph in which Gael looked so happy with that person. It seemed like the blink of an eye when the car stopped, the door was opened.

Alisha gathered her last combo of courage and got out.

She snorted.

Gael who had been waiting in anticipation at the entrance of the place, where the banquet would be held, was the person who reached out to help her out, she hadn't even noticed that the driver was still in the car, she got out steadying herself a little with his help.

When Alisha got out of the car only then did she discover that the dress she had randomly picked out, from a low quality store, was so amazing when she wears it. His eyes fell on her hypnotically.

That purple colored dress skipped how tiny her waist was, had a slit on her left leg that reached mid-thigh, that highlighted how long her legs were and had a brooch in the middle of her sweetheart neckline, as the only abscessory.

No doubt she had a beautiful body, her snowy skin made the color of the dress contrast perfectly with the color of the dress, her light blonde hair was very flattering and those lips painted in natural pink, made her look hot.

"You plan to drool all night."

Gael came to himself.

"You think you're the real beauty" he rolled his eyes.

"Aren't I?"

"Just play the good wife" he reminded her, leading her by the hand to the banquet.

"Sure that's all that matters, isn't it?" obviated Alisha allowing herself to be dragged along by the businessman.

"Stop wasting time, that's not what we're here for" he reproached her behavior so inappropriate according to him, they should make the best of it. Although he didn't expect much from a girl barely in college.

"Who's wasting their time? "

"You're just a college girl" he paused by the door. "What else could you have done besides waste time?" Gael denied to himself, resuming his walk but was stopped.

"What can you do, Mr. Businessman?" Alisha smiled cynically at him, he wanted to show himself important, well, he could handle that too. "It's your employees who do most of it. What can you do, other than sign some documents?"

Gael stepped closer staying mere inches from his face.

"Stop that disgusting attitude right now" he nudged her forehead with his index finger before opening the door.

They both walked through the door and all eyes fell on them.

The gossip started so obviously.

They both kept walking until they were intercepted by one of her father's investors.

"She's a real beauty" expressed Mr. Tonny showing his glass in a toast to the jovial newlywed couple.

"No doubt about it" approved Mr. Tonny's wife, the same one he had hooked on his arm.

Gael smiled taking Alisha by the waist.

"The best of them all" Gael added, smiling at the couple.

Alisha could only smile as best she could. That possessive way of approaching him had been very surprising. She didn't know these people, she didn't know who they were. She just had to act right.

"Gael, congratulations!" exclaimed one of her friends.

The gentlemen left.

His friends had arrived curious at the newlywed.

"I know" he left a kiss on the other's cheek, perhaps he couldn't stop pushing her to the limit, Alisha felt her cheeks burning but she still had to show her cool, she kept smiling. "I couldn't wait for my wife."

"So much so that you can't leave her for an instant."

"Huh? Why would I do that?"

"Perhaps, because she is not even qualified to be worthy of you" a voice laden with derision, came from his side, it made him look for the origin of that owner. "May that young lady have something important."

Alisha recognized that stranger instantly, it was that unknown man who asked her to dance on her wedding day.

"Williams, may I have a moment?"

The aforementioned continued to look at that subject before heading towards a group of investors.

"Would you like to dance?"

Alisha observed Gael's friends marching one by one, staying with that stranger who was offering again that proposal, the music was still giving a good atmosphere. Now it's a married woman and that made him hesitate.

"I don't think it would be right..."

The man smiled.

"It wouldn't be the first time."

The tango music resounded drawing glances at that dancing couple on the dance floor.

As he asked her to dance he didn't expect her to be quite familiar with him, not to mention they had excellent dancing skills that surprised everyone as their steps were coordinated to perfection, it seemed like they have been a dance partner for years.

They were both moving around the dance floor in a syncopated walk, taking a similar step to the previous one but with more freedom.

As they danced Alisha was suspended by that stranger, she wrapped one of her legs around the other leaving the other one extended, they did a few turns, followed other incredible steps and bent down leaving one leg bent and the other extended horizontally.

Following the rhythm of the music.

They remained in a very striking pose, as Alisha's bent leg was on the other's thigh while she kept the other one extended as a support on the floor, her eyes were fixed on the other's face. The one she didn't quite understand. One of his hands was on the other's chest and the other on his shoulder. While the other's hand hovered around the young woman's waist.

The dress was revealing and perfectly highlighted Alisha's good figure.

Gael regretted having chosen it.

They were a good dance couple.

Of course, what everyone saw was the amazing couple on the dance floor.

Alisha and that stranger were dancing beautifully.

Alisha was the only one who knew what is really going on.

"You can fight what you want. You'll never be that happy" that guy openly laughed in her face, at her misfortunes. "Williams is not someone looking so vaguely, what could you have to make him see gold."

"Will you shut your mouth"

"You're not willing to listen, EH" the grip on her waist tightened, he spun her around and let her head fall back. "You're just a hook" "You just want to be the big fish that everyone will eat. You're not someone worthy."

The taunts were palpable in every word.

Alisha could be seen in his ear.

"I don't give a damn about your opinion" she declared with a smile on her lips. He didn't want to hear her blather.

He laughed.

"Well, you may be that way today. Wait for tomorrow" he raised an eyebrow looking at him in a way she couldn't make out. "Did you see her smile of happiness?"

He wanted to know who that guy was to make him pay for his bold words, she showed her best expression as the music continues.

"There's nothing in tomorrow."

"Isn't there?" the man asked with feigned innocence, he again let out a laugh full of malicious expression. "You are not a person worthy of Williams."

Well, to say it outright was too painful.

"Isn't he my husband?"

"Sure, you must say that because of that photograph in Williams' room."

"You speak so hastily" Alisha spun in the man's arms, smiling as she stared into his eyes. "Is that woman so important to my HUSBAND" she emphasized her last word before the music ended.

"Well, let's look forward to tomorrow."

"There's nothing"

"Thanks for the dance"

That stranger said a polite goodbye to Alisha before Gael returned.

Gael Williams approached placing his hands on the stranger's cheeks, watching him as if honey detached from his eyes. That was all fake, they are a fictional couple.

"When did you meet Spencer?" hearing that question she was a bit puzzled not knowing anyone by that name, and only then did Alisha know the name of that stranger.

"I don't know him..."

"You're trying to deny it" he raised an eyebrow. Gael flashed a gummy smile, he didn't like lies. "Think carefully."

"I don't at all."

"You've danced with someone you don't know" Gael seemed like someone easy to deal with, in reality, he was a sly fox to be wary of. "Is it fun, provoking me?"

"I am."

"You'd better forget it" he released the contact with that warm skin, coming close enough up to her ear. "During our marriage, you may not flirt with man, as it is one of the conditions of the contract" he warned her in a low voice.

As he withdrew a gleaming smile graced the husband's face, all that was false.

Alisha thought about Spencer's malicious words. You're not worthy of Williams, what could you possibly have. Highlighting insecurities creates a powerful impact. Those words jumped like a relentless echo in her head. She could only smile, thinking of Gael's past with that woman, elegant and beautiful.

Gael must have considered that person in the photograph a rare beauty, he must have waited a long time to meet that person, they seemed happy so much that they captured that memory of being on a gondola, they were both laughing, they must have made many promises together, traveling to luxurious places, going without fear before a society that would see them as a heavenly couple.

She repressed the depression inside her. He dispersed his thoughts by blinking repeatedly. Unaware of the sad countenance that was drawn on his face.

"We just danced" Alisha explained to him, ignoring that pain that oppressed his chest .

However, Gael thought she didn't take his warning seriously so he kissed her forehead to remind her.

"By pretending to be sad you plan to make me understand that you've fallen in love with me, a 'husband' you've only met three times?"

Alisha gently shook her head.

"I dare not do it, but I have loved you for ten years" she expressed honestly.

She wanted to start her plan ahead of time so that Gael would know her true identity, but seeing his cold face, she gave up the idea.

The banquet ended.

Alisha followed Gael towards the entrance of the building, his sports car was already parked waiting for its owner, the businessman took the keys from the employee and opened the door for his wife. As Mr. Williams' car started up, Alisha put on her seatbelt.

Alisha drove off in Gael's car.

She accidentally watched in the rearview mirror as Spencer drove off with a beautiful woman.

"If you want to cry, I should get off at the next intersection."

Hearing that sudden voice, she furrowed her brow.

"Who wants to cry? No one is crying."

Gael cocked a smile.

"It's just a precaution, I don't want you to damage my car."

"Can this clunker get damaged?" Alisha looked so surprised that she put a hand to her chest.

Gael laughed lightly. A smile tugged at his lips before he realized what he was doing and suddenly wiped himself out. He felt weird every time they've spoken.

"What?" she turned with sudden interest. Alisha missed that smile, missed that laugh. She wanted to throw herself into someone else's arms and give him a tight hug.

"Nothing."

Williams cleared his voice.

"Can't you stop being a bore" she tilted her gaze to the window. "Five minutes isn't going to kill you."

"You want to talk about responsibility? A college student can do that." Gael hid a smile, that girl could be a box of surprises.

"They can talk about a lot of things" she pouted crossing her arms at chest level. He averted his gaze to the window, those streets were unfamiliar, at least they gave him a good view. "We're going home."

"I want to sleep."

Gael turned at an intersection following the path to the huge house on the outskirts of town.

When Alisha awoke the next day Gael was gone.

The house felt extremely lonely.

There was not a sound to be heard.

The windows were locked, the curtains closed, giving the impression of a gloomy, gigantic house. The opposite side of the bed lay so neatly arranged, it seemed that no one had slept there, on the bedside table there was still that stupid picture of Gael with that woman.

Alisha was curious about the young businessman's past, she got out of bed, walking barefoot. She felt the coldness of the wood running through the soles of her feet.

As if her limbs were on automatic she went to the closet, the huge closet was made of wood, she grabbed the door and slid it open.

There were many outfits, stored on hangers, at the bottom were several cardboard boxes.

Alisha bent down and opened one at a time, rummaging for something relevant.

She was startled.

She found a glass box containing a baseball and remembered that she and Gael had met because of the baseball.

She held that box in her hands as she got up from the floor, it was impossible for her to still hold that memory. So many years had passed. Gael must still remember her.

At that moment, Gael suddenly appeared.

The door was slammed open.

Alisha was startled and the glass box she was holding fell to the floor and shattered.

Gael picked up the baseball.

"You're only staying at my house temporarily, don't consider this place your home" he warned her.

Seeing Gael's nervous look.

Alisha guessed that the baseball was something to do with the woman in the photograph in the room. She had always thought that all the things for the women in the house were bought at will by Gael, but now, she knew that they were specially prepared by him for that woman in the picture in his room.

The one he seemed to contemplate with a divine devotion.

She was only a temporary guest, and that beautiful, exquisite woman, who did not live there was the real hostess of the house.

"I can make up for the broken glass box," she said carefully to Gael.

He let out a derisive laugh.

"Even your family is supported by me, how could you ever repay it?"

Gael mercilessly shoved Alisha, causing the alien body to be returned to the floor. Gael didn't notice that when she fell, she landed on the broken glass.

Alisha looked at the broken glass box on the floor and understood that this person was the "baseball" that Gael valued, but she was the broken "glass box" that he would no longer look at even if it was broken.

The shards of glass dug into her legs. Those tiny shorts she wore as pajamas didn't help to avoid the wounds on her skin.

She wanted to get up but a pain shot through her body, immediately reflecting on her face.

"Can't you get up?"

"Fuck you" a tear rolled down her cheek, she pressed her lips together feeling the pain gnawing at her system. She pushed herself up and stood up.

Gael was startled to notice that crimson liquid running down his wife's legs.

"What the hell is that?" his eyes gradually widened.

"I just happened to fall in glass" he expressed sarcastically.

The cuts on her skin were not that deep, she went to the bathroom and grabbed the first aid kit to clean her wounds, she sat on the edge of the bed cleaning the blood and then would place band aids on the wounds.

"Yo!"

"Get out!"

"Me!"

Alisha sighed.

"I'd better get the hell out of here, when you still can" she watched that older man. His face was very sinister. Gael swallowed saliva, those wounds had been his fault.

"I'm sorry..."

Alisha threw against the businessman a bottle of alcohol she was holding.

"Your apologies aren't going to cure me" she spat.

Gael left the room.

It was true, she felt so suffocated at that submissive attitude she could show. Gael must have waited a long time to meet that person. She knew she would never get his attention.

As she wiped one hand she took her own.

"I'll do it."

Gael had returned.

She didn't even hear the door open or walk toward it, only barely noticed a hand taking her own, for her eyes were clouded by a curtain of liquid. Droplets were falling on her thighs.

"No" she didn't even recognize his voice.

One after another the tears were falling on her thighs.

She didn't even know at what point she started sobbing, she could only feel that hand wrapping around her own, that quality feeling that hugged her chest.

"Stop crying, you look disgusting."

"You're disgusting."

She blinked causing two large drops to descend down her cheeks, meeting those beautiful gray eyes, then, she observed that multicolored color that adorned near the iris.

Her face that was usually expressionless.

It softened.

A hand caressed her cheek.

"We're from disgust."

Gael smiled, a sincere smile that infected her.

"You can stay."

"Am I not here" he wiped away her tears. "He's coming to help you."

Because he didn't know he was asking her to stay with her, not with this woman who seemed to rule his world. He wanted the right to be selfish.

She felt.

She knew that asking him that was a stupidity of the moment, that man she has loved for over ten years, he used to be a little slow to understand.

"I know."

Gael instinctively reached over and chastely kissed her lips.

He didn't know why he did it, he only understood that his heart stopped for a second, his tears once again furrowed his cheeks for the last time and a warmth came over his face.

"Stop crying you look..."

Alisha didn't hear what he was saying to her, she barely managed to keep watching those lips moving and articulating who knows what words.

She felt her heart racing.

And her senses almost completely disconnected, she let out a nervous laugh.

Gael was her first love, the one she didn't want to give up.