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.

That night I entered that house, it was not by chance, although everyone thought so.

If I had imagined that this event would lead us to a grandfather imposing his opposition to obtain greater profits in agreements that did not concern me, but would be the main strategy, I would have given up saving him.

That night without hesitation I would have let him die.

I would have passed him by.

I should never have saved him.

I was dressed in my jeans, military style boots, a black shirt and my leather jacket.

I walked with my hands in my pockets as I circulated around the area in the company of a ballasted group, I prowled around like a wild beast in search of its prey, every night I saw elegant cars leaving that mansion, that memory is the sharpest thing I possess, I still regret it, that night I should have ignored the bullshit my group threw out.

"That loud voice of Daniel's warned me that my lack of courage would be uploaded to the networks and mocked for the rest of my days. "See, she's just a coward" I clenched my fists.

I clenched my fists.

Falling into such a mundane temptation shouldn't have been so easy but it was, having to lead with them, I just had to go into that mansion and bring a vase. Assuming the cameras managed to turn off in ten minutes I could go and come back.

Entering that mansion was not easy.

I also didn't know that the guy I randomly saved would be my husband, if I had known, I would have ignored him. I would have turned around and ignored his existence. I would have done everything but call an ambulance. Of course, there was also that uncertainty of going to prison for breaking various laws.

That dying man touched my nobility.

Because it was unfair to see him like that.

Jumping the security barriers was easy.

I fell crouching down to hold back the blow, I got up little by little, there were no guards. My friends, well, the group that used to bother me with their crap was left behind.

I advanced with stealthy steps along the front. Ignoring the fact that they would have more than one security camera, I walked across the garden, up the one step to grab the doorknob.

An easy challenge.

I would have earned enough, at least, to cover the cost of renting the apartment on the college campus. The strange thing came at that instant. The shocking thing was that hand that came through the door and grabbed my arm and pulled me in.

Staggering I barely managed to steady my gait on the soles of my boots and not break a bone, with my feet that used to be butter, I put up a little resistance.

That guy in front of me, he didn't seem to reason.

"Let go."

"Where had you gone?" his hoarse voice, made my alerts go off.

His bright eyes indicated to me that it wasn't me, it's not me he's talking to, who would be in front of him in his mirage. I didn't know. My alerts went off that man could do anything crazy.

"Do you even know who I am?" resisting I began to struggle. "Let go."

"Where did you go?" he insisted. "Tell me" I could hear the anxiety in his speech.

Scanning him with my eyes in a matter of seconds I understood his miserable state.

He had crimson liquid covered his face from his forehead descending down the left side of his face.

His lip was swollen.

A cut on the corner of his right side and his clothes were torn for a strange reason.

At that moment I glanced back at the body of another, I barely managed to distinguish a broken vase near a table full of snacks, it was a luxurious house prepared to give a good celebration. There was no one in that place, a suspicion crossed my mind at the mere thought that he was under the effect of some substance or the blow would be so powerful as to make him lose his reality.

I used my strength to free myself from his grasp.

"Speak!" of course my actions enraged him, they were like fuel to the fire, his voice became coarser and his countenance gradually changed, he had to get out of there. "Tell me, where did you go!"

I dodged the guy who tried to catch me in his arms.

I jumped away from his grasp.

I barely managed to duck a little.

My boots echoed off the soles of my boots impacting against the floor, that man must have been insane. I felt my heart racing too fast.

"I didn't go..."

"You're lying!" he roared.

His face looked like that of a ferocious hunter who would not stop until his hunger was satiated. When do I pass the prey?

I gulped.

Well, I was quickly running out of options. I had invaded someone else's property, that guy in front of me could be the owner, I had no idea what he wanted, he wanted who knows what and I barely understood in my conscience that I could go to prison.

That man was so hurt.

I had it on good authority that there were always extraordinary celebrations going on, it was impossible not to attend, people found out they were going for more than just a good night out.

Which was ironic.

He had a strange man in front of him who said the opposite of his festivity.

"You want some good punches" I wasn't scared of that guy, giving him a few good kicks would maybe make him react, I stripped off my leather jacket dropping it carelessly on the floor. "Come on, I'll make your mind clear".

Inciting a leaf litter could be considered a crime.

The man didn't even think about it.

"Ah!" I cried out in fright as I saw him lunge at me. "Stop!" I waved my hands in the air.

True, if I hit him I would be guilty of a crime I didn't do. That man threw a punch in the air, next, he kicked out wanting to hit my stomach. I narrowly dodged a severe blow that would take days to stop hurting.

I barely managed to awkwardly dodge the punches thrown, I didn't want to go to prison.

"Hey" "It wasn't true" I exclaimed with my nerves on edge. "Stop it" "Sir, can't you talk" I complained knowing I wasn't going to respond.

"I saw you!"

Did he not have two good eyes to differentiate the person in front of him, would that fight be so drastic that it left him with a concussion. I snorted. It was useless to reason with that man.

However, my boots slipped in a puddle on the floor, in fear of breaking my back for a glimmer of hope I managed to grab the collar of the other's shirt and that guy had no resistance not to let us fall.

A pair of lips hit full against mine.

I opened my eyes wide.

I quickly pushed the other's body away.

My eyes almost popped out of their sockets, not because of the contact but because of the liquid he spat on my mouth. I brought my hand to my lips, what had happened, that person had internal damage.

"Auch" I mumbled in a daze, pain ran down my spine. "Asshole" I spat shallowly, the opposite body seemed like a dead weight on me.

I was scared out of my wits. Whatever it was, that thing that happened would leave after-effects, he had to get to a medical facility fast.

"Come on."

I stirred him.

My hands were gradually shaking, I had to get out fast. Although I gave the impression of a serious case among the underworld, I had to get caught up in that clumsy man's nonsense. I wanted to get the hell out but it was impossible.

I struggled for a moment and it was impossible to move him.

"Move! Go!"