Love Unspoken

"Do you remember now?" Walter asked, his voice echoing in the silence. Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked into his, struggling to recall the events of the past years. She was at a loss, unsure of what he expected her to remember. 'What was it exactly...' she wondered, her mind a whirl of confusion.

Quinn searched his face helplessly for answers, but Walter merely smiled. He seemed to understand her silent plea for help, shaking his head lightly. "I won't tell you. If you remember, you wouldn't look at me like this," he said, his voice soft yet firm.

Quinn's mouth opened to respond, but Walter leaned in close, interrupting her. Her eyelids fluttered instinctively, her body recoiling slightly. His face loomed larger before her, almost touching, and she instinctively tried to pull away. But Walter gripped her chin, immobilizing her. Their noses nearly touched, their breaths mingling in the tense silence.

She held her breath, daring not to move. Walter whispered, "Quinn, you really should die." His words sent a chill down her spine, her heart skipping a beat as she met his smiling eyes.

suddenly grasped the chair and shoved it. The chair flipped, and Quinn hit the ground hard, feeling as if her insides were about to burst out. She curled up in pain, her

him, leaving Quinn alone on the floor. Her wrists and ankles were raw, the ropes stained red with her blood. Barely opening her eyelids, through disheveled hair, she stared at the door. Momentarily, she couldn't tell if the

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as a caged pet, yet he was distant and refused to

was conspiring against her. With a sense of despair, she closed her eyes, surrendering to the overwhelming fatigue. 'Is it all

the divorce papers he had torn up now lay quietly at his feet. In the past, ripping up the agreement meant Quinn would obediently stay. But this time, the scraps had lain on the floor for a whole day

a trace, he was at a loss. In the sprawling expanse of Amber Bay,