Outside the mansion, Atenea and her friend rode in a luxurious car, opting not to take bodyguards this time, as they only planned to enjoy a girls' night out. The ride was quiet until Layla, unable to contain her curiosity, broke the silence.
“I notice your future husband is quite docile. What did you do to him?” she asked directly. “Today, he didn’t make a big scene like he did at the pool incident.”
“It’s because I made him sign the agreement I told you about, where he agrees not to interfere in my life, and I won’t interfere in his,” Atenea replied, looking out the window. “Do you think he would have sat still otherwise? He’s crazy—so shameless that I’m sure he would’ve forbidden me to go out while he has s*x with his mistress in any corner of the mansion just to annoy me.”
“Why are
