Brenda’s POV
I believed my past was behind me. But it unexpectedly knocked on my door.
After a heated discussion with our supporters, Tony and I had just arrived back at the safehouse. I was still thinking about Victor, the man I had once trusted, and the air seemed thick.
I entered the kitchen to get some water, but I was halted when I noticed that there was a person seated at the table.
He rose slowly. My heart fell. "Leo?" I said.
He smiled as if nothing had happened. "Hi, Brenda."
Leo. My former fiancé. I once thought I would marry this man. Years ago, he had abandoned me without saying a word.
"Why are you in this place?" With a tense voice, I asked.
"I came to speak."
Behind me, Tony entered, his body rigid as soon as he noticed Leo. "Who is this?"
Leo's look remained fixed
