Love Unspoken

Quinn bit her lip as she looked at Alexander, who met her gaze with a piercing silence.

Oliver, growing increasingly agitated, interjected, " Abigail, can you just stop? It's their business, not yours."

"She's my friend. Her problems are my problems! I'm seeing this through. They have to get a divorce—" "Enough!" Oliver shouted.

The sharp sound of a slap echoed through the office, plunging the room into silence.

Oliver had struck Abigail with full force, leaving a visible mark on her face. Incredulously, she stared at Oliver, whose eyes burned with a mix of fury and a hint of guilt, his emotions too complex to untangle.

Quinn, shocked, watched Abigail. After a moment of hesitation, she wrenched herself from Abigail's grip. Abigail remained silent, watching Quinn's retreating figure with resignation.

clinging to him tightly, as if fearing he might escape. With a wry smile, Quinn thought to herself that they were a match made in heaven-she was

passed by Alexander. With a sneer, Abigail warned, "Alexander, you better not live to regret

rain continued, a fine mist casting a spectral presence over the city. Getty followed Alexander at a distance, her lips pressed

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the parking lot, Alexander stopped abruptly. "You drive back alone," he

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his hand away and stepped into

the rain-streaked window, her thoughts distant. The bus would eventually reach its final stop, no matter how long the journey. The driver, noticing her, glanced back several times. The bus was nearly empty, yet the young woman stood throughout the ride. "Miss, this is the last stop," he finally

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back to reality, Quinn nodded her thanks to