Love Unspoken

Just as Quinn was on the verge of relaxation, the name field in their chat flickered, morphing once again.

"User is typing..."

Her features contorted, her mind whirling with questions. 'What is he up to? Is he not messaging me, but chatting with someone else?'

A moment later, his name resurfaced, only to be replaced by the typing indicator once more within the span of two minutes.

Quinn released a deep sigh, her patience wearing thin. She couldn't help but send him a message.

Quinn: [Are you writing to me?]

Suddenly, everything came to a halt. Almost instantly, as if someone had hit the pause button, all activity ceased.

Undeterred, Quinn fired off another message.

Quinn: [Is it about signing the divorce papers?]

No sooner had she sent the message than a red exclamation mark materialized on the screen!

Frozen in place, Quinn stared in disbelief at the exclamation mark and the message accompanying it: "This message is successfully sent but rejected by the receiver."

Had he... removed her from his contacts?

mark to confirm, only to be met with another

of the situation hit her like a ton of

at a loss for how

dislike for her grown to such an

hadn't even allowed her to collect her clothes, and now he had removed her

picture, and

of laziness

People change, after all.

for the

his smiles for her alone, now he was bestowing them upon Getty with

phone into her pocket and exited

already up and about, busily feeding the dogs. The pack of pups yipped

the caretaking efforts, playing merrily with

have been a scene of joy, one she yearned for in her fleeting moments of freedom. But as she stood on the balcony, surveying the yard teeming with

sense of emptiness and

increasingly alienated from

turned and spotted her, a bag of dog food in his hand. He waved at her,

tight-lipped smile, Quinn turned and

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