Love Unspoken

Paralyzed in uncertainty, Quinn stood there, feeling like a jester in the throes of unrequited love. "Just leave it," Alexander commanded, his voice devoid of emotion. Quinn acquiesced, her movements muted as she retreated from the study. Behind her, Getty's voice persisted, a plea wrapped in a demand. "We agreed you'd accompany me to the press conference tomorrow. Don't let me down." "Mm," was the only response. "Guess what? I did a livestream yesterday and raked in over ten grand. Impressive, isn't it?" "Impressive," Alexander echoed, his commendation laced with indifference.

"Moreover, I got an offer from a talent agency. Should I sign with them? Do you think I have a shot at fame?" "If that's what you desire, you have my backing."

The remainder of the conversation slipped past Quinn, not that she needed to hear more. Alexander always indulged Getty, allowing her a freedom that seemed boundless in his company. She was free to socialize, to express her emotions, to chase her dreams.

Getty was a complete entity, living a life that was equally whole. In stark contrast, Quinn felt like a mere puppet, undeserving of a life that was truly hers.

Eventually, Alexander joined her. He slid into bed with a practiced ease, yet he did not enfold her in his arms as he once did. They lay back-to-back, their bodies

Quinn closed her eyes, trying to ignore the void beside her. Even with her eyes

hour later, she felt a weight on her and looked up to find a blanket draped over her. Alexander stood there, his hair tousled, looking boyishly charming in his pajamas. It was

Alexander settled beside her and suggested, "Getting a job might

raised her hands to sign, "Can I make friends if I get a job?""You can if you want, but that's if you manage to make any," he retorted. Did his comment insinuate she was incapable of making friends? Perhaps it did. After all, who would want to associate with someone

to sing." Alexander laughed, but it was a derisive laugh. "Are you starting to defy me now?"She wasn't defying him. She genuinely yearned to sing. It was a deep-seated dream of hers, a wild fancy.She also harbored a longing for a divorce, a desire as unattainable as her dream of singing.Alexander's smirk faded as he regarded her impassively. "I'll give you one last chance. What do you want to do?"Quinn gestured, "I don't