Love Unspoken

Alexander's words cut through the fabric of Getty's thoughts, draining the color from her face. The realization dawned on her that once Alexander stepped foot into the press conference, the inevitable would occur. The press would probe into the nature of their relationship.

How would Alexander react? Would he confess to being Getty's boyfriend, or would he deny it outright, thereby confirming the whispers of an illicit affair between them?Getty was certain of one thing; Alexander would never allow her to be publicly humiliated.

If the question arose, he would respond."Alexander," she ventured, "what harm would there be in telling the reporters you're my boyfriend?""Are we in a relationship?" Alexander shot back.Getty found herself at a loss for words.

A bitter taste filled her mouth, and tears threatened to spill from her eyes. "Aren't we? We were together before you left me to marry her. Doesn't that mean something?"Alexander, nonchalantly flicking the ashes from his cigarette, met her words with a calm demeanor.

"When did I ever abandon you?""Then why did you marry that dummy? It should have been me. Can't you try to see things from my perspective?"

"If I hadn't considered your perspective, you wouldn't be here right now." Getty fell silent. He was right. Aside from

at his words. "Really?" Alexander merely glanced at her, leaving her to decipher his intentions. Getty pouted but knew when to stop pushing. If he was considering it, there was hope. "Alright, take your time. The

she collided with Quinn.Quinn had been standing at

had heard Alexander's indulgence towards Getty, his guilt towards her, all because Quinn was the obstacle

felt like the villain, the one who had ruined their relationship. Her self-loathing grew. She found herself detestable.Seeing Quinn soured Getty's mood further. "What are you doing standing here?" Quinn

adjacent office."Quinn, do you know who Alexander's other woman is?" Getty asked. Quinn was momentarily taken

idea they were together for a while."Quinn's face turned ashen. But for Alexander, it was business as usual. It wouldn't be surprising how many women he had been with. To Quinn, one Getty or two