Love Unspoken

The blood on the documents had almost dried, its speckled and glaring presence stark against the white.

With a firm grip, he seized Quinn's hand, leading her away from the grandeur of the villa.

Kaitlyn observed their retreating forms, her countenance hardening. "Does he truly intend to divorce that dummy?" she questioned, a note of incredulity in her voice. The Evelyn Reed responded with caution, "Alexander affixed his signature, it seems he genuinely desires a divorce."

Kaitlyn expelled a deep breath, her features darkening. "We shall see," she muttered, "If he reneges, I have no qualms playing the antagonist to the bitter end." Quinn was guided to the car's front, her legs buckling under the weight of her emotions, causing her to crumple to the ground.

The earth beneath her was damp from a recent downpour, and she found herself landing in a shallow puddle.

The icy water seeped through her clothing, its cold tendrils reaching her skin without mercy.

Alexander spun around, his face a mask of conflicting emotions as he regarded her.

In her hand, she still held the divorce papers tightly. As Alexander turned back, she extended them towards him, her hands quivering.

Even during their earlier negotiation, her eyes had held a glimmer of defiance and vitality. Now, they were clouded with despair and desolation.

hand to accept the divorce papers, his fingers

hand suspended in

raised her tear-streaked face to

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head with a force

"Please, don't destroy

the agreement, she couldn't comprehend

gestures, each motion contorting her face

a dog you've nurtured for years," Quinn pleaded

it was all worthwhile. She couldn't bear to watch him dismiss it all without a second thought. Alexander slowly descended to her level, his hand reaching out to gently cradle her wrist. "I won't tear it any further, cease your tears," he murmured, a hint of softness seeping through his stern

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his, her eyes mirroring an unprecedented depth of desolation and plea. Tears welled up, spilling over and tracing a path

attempting to brush away her tears, but they seemed to flow without