Love Unspoken

The phone call ended, and Alexander's gaze shifted to Quinn. Her eyes were clouded with confusion, and he couldn't help but smirk at her bewilderment. "Did you really think," he began, a note of derision in his voice, "that I've been avoiding you these past few days because I couldn't bear to let you go?"

Quinn's lips tightened into a thin line, her expression betraying her discomfort. That was exactly what she had believed.

Alexander leaned in, bringing his face dangerously close to hers. It was an intimate gesture, yet his eyes were icy, devoid of any warmth. "You think too highly of yourself," he whispered, his words laced with mockery. Quinn flinched at his words, her pupils contracting. She quickly averted her gaze, unable to meet his cold stare. It was clear now; she had been deluding herself.

Once again, he had made his feelings painfully clear.

A bitter sensation welled up in Quinn's heart, but she swallowed it down, refusing to let the tears escape.

Alexander's gaze lingered on her for a moment longer before he abruptly rose from his seat, moving to a corner of the room to light a cigarette.

As they waited for Kyle, Quinn watched Alexander smoke one cigarette after another, seven or eight in total. The room was heavy with silence, neither of them uttering a word.

Upstairs, Kaitlyn's eyes sparkled with anticipation at the maid's report.

"Are they really getting a divorce?" she inquired, her voice laced with hope.

"Yes, they're waiting for Kyle to bring the

washed over Kaitlyn, and she clapped her hands in delight. "Excellent! That dummy can finally leave the Kennedys. Later,

this a bit premature?" the maid asked, her voice filled with

we need to eliminate any possibility of reconciliation. The best way to ensure that is to find him a

but willing to comply. "I'll get the

it quick," Kaitlyn

headache had vanished, and her fatigue seemed to have dissipated. She was tempted to rush downstairs and witness the spectacle herself but thought better of it. It was best not to interfere

Join us for the complete

Kyle arrived with the divorce papers. He clutched the documents awkwardly, his

and

Kyle hurriedly handed over

petitioner's signature space on both copies. He then

not causing physical pain, but the contempt and

papers, and retrieved a pen from her bag. She stared at the hastily scribbled signature

Memories of her time with

leaned over the table and began to