“Huala,” Felicia said as the door to the main bedroom opened, and she smiled as her husband, whom she had not seen in days, entered.
Her expression was filled with relief. She had been missing him so badly. She was still terrified of approaching him and acting all personal with him. She was not aware of his affection for her at the time, and embarrassing herself was not something she looked forward to.
When Miguel entered the bedroom, he noticed Felicia, who looked considerably better than when he last saw her at Avita’s.
She had no visible injuries, but her appearance showed that she had suffered mentally while being held captive.
When he was on his way, he was adamant about questioning her and learning the truth, but the message he received altered everything.
His fascination with Avita was far greater than Felicia’s. He did not even see that he was progressing to another level of being a scumbag.
