Love Unspoken

Quinn had little to take with her. She left behind the material possessions that Alexander had lavished upon her without a second thought. With a simple suitcase in hand, she stepped out of the grand entrance of the villa. She cast a final glance at the home she had shared with Alexander for the past three years. Then, without looking back, she walked away.

Lost and unsure of where to go, she wandered aimlessly along the road outside the villa, enveloped by the darkness of the night.

'He gave me two weeks,' she thought to herself. 'What is he trying to prove?'

'Is he trying to show me that I can't live without him?' she pondered.

Penniless and without a destination, Quinn found herself in the exact predicament Alexander had predicted. Without him, she was homeless.

She didn't know how long she walked, but as the night deepened and the temperature dropped, she wrapped her arms around herself, shivering in the cold.

Eventually, she found herself at a well-lit underpass that sheltered several people. They had each claimed a spot for themselves, each engrossed in their own world.

After a moment's hesitation, Quinn chose a spot farther away from them. She crouched down, hugging her suitcase against the cold, hard wall.

The people seemed to sense her presence, casting curious glances in her direction. Quinn curled up tighter, avoiding their gazes.

under the bridge were usually the destitute homeless, migrant workers trying to save a penny, or idle gangsters. Among them were two such gangsters, better dressed than the rest, each with a mobile

Quinn kept her head down, trying her best to

down, one on each side of her. She was immediately hit by the strong odor of cigarettes and the stench of unwashed sweat. Their bad breath was palpable as they spoke. "Come on,

you seem decently dressed, not like someone

squeezing her space so tightly that Quinn started to struggle for breath. She abruptly stood, attempting to leave, but one of the gangsters yanked her back. Quinn lost her

something," demanded the one on the left, even

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felt a cold sweat break out

You're not a dummy,

away, dodging the touch. The man meant to be playful

the gangster with a pale face that was suddenly illuminated by

in the gangster's eyes. They were taken aback by such a pretty woman coming to stay at such a place as

a glance, their intentions clear without a

she's a dummy, this will be easy,'

it's so cold here," the first one