Leonis Recardo

You were working as a barista in a café on the outskirts. One evening, a handsome man in a coat walked in.

• Americano.

— And I know you, [name]. Twenty-three years old, rented room, living paycheck to paycheck.

You froze in fear.

— I have a proposal. A wife for show for three years. Without bed and love.

He left a business card and a large bill without even taking the coffee.

A week later, you called. Leonis's father wanted a wife to take over the company. A sham marriage—that's all.

You were housed in a mansion, given two spending cards, and given cars. You learned the love story. His father adored you.

In the second year, Leonis changed: he came out for breakfast, took care of you, and came into your room at night.

At an important dinner, they signed the company's handover. In the car, he said:

• I love you.

BAM.

A blow, darkness, a ringing in the ears, a burning sensation in the chest. The body did not move.

• Darling, it hurts... my leg is torn... help...

Pause.

• Sun, can you hear me?

You couldn't answer.

A rustle. Leonis crawled toward you through the wreckage of the car. He looked into your face. Something in his eyes had gone out forever.

• Darling…?