Love Unspoken

Quinn found herself hesitating, acutely aware that remaining in the hospital would inevitably raise Alexander's suspicions about her pregnancy. The doctor, perceiving her reluctance, offered a compromise. "If you can't stay, I'll prescribe some medication to help you maintain the pregnancy. However, you'll need regular check-ups. Beyond that, it's really in the hands of fate."

Quinn gave a nod of understanding. When Alexander had confiscated her phone the previous day, she had felt the last vestiges of hope slipping away. Now, even the smallest glimmer of hope felt like a divine gift.

After obtaining her prescription, Quinn exited the hospital, only to catch sight of Kaitlyn. The woman was cradling a child, seemingly waiting for someone. Instinctively, Quinn tightened her grip on her medicine and prescription, lowering her gaze to avoid Kaitlyn's scrutiny. She hurried away, her heart pounding in her chest.

Back at the villa, with Alexander still absent, Quinn stashed away the medicine and busied herself with preparing dinner. It wasn't until the stroke of midnight, when she was certain he wouldn't be returning, that she allowed herself to eat some of the now cold meal. Alone, she found little comfort in returning to the emptiness of their shared bedroom. Instead, she preferred the couch, lulled to sleep by the drone of the television.

Just as Quinn was settling in, a call from Abigail pierced the quiet. Startled by the late hour, Quinn answered regardless. "Finally, you pick up! Where have you been these past few days? I couldn't reach you by phone or WhatsApp. Check your WhatsApp now," Abigail instructed, before abruptly ending the call.

her whereabouts. Thinking quickly, Quinn fabricated a lie. Abigail responded with a voice message, "Hope you're alright. I've made a break from my family. My old man froze all my accounts.

retaining only a thousand for emergencies. After all, she had a doctor's appointment

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in the background made Quinn wonder if Abigail was outside or on a bike. Concerned, she texted her,

while before Abigail replied, "Of course. I'm crashing with a biker buddy. Got lots

also a cool million. Once you're divorced, how about I take you on a world tour with that

racing too. She would always go to watch him, cheering him on. At eighteen, Alexander had bet his car against another rich kid's rare