Love Unspoken

Quinn stared at the notes about Alexander, her gaze flickering.

She bit her lip, reached out, and tapped on his message. The first thing she saw wasn't a message from Alexander, but the red exclamation mark at the beginning.

Furrowing her brow, she scrolled through the chat history, the dates, and conversations revealing a multitude of information. As she went through each message, her pupils gradually dilated. The most glaring detail was the mention of divorce. Previously, she had instructed Alexander to inform her to sign the divorce agreement.

Images of the man with a face resembling Alexander's surfaced in Quinn's mind, that demon. She couldn't believe she had married someone like him.

She couldn't believe she could have feelings for such a man, and her previous messages exuded nothing but vulnerability.

As Quinn's breathing grew increasingly rapid, her fingers trembled holding the phone. It was inconceivable to think those messages had originated from her.

It was only now that she vaguely grasped the significance of what Soren meant by 'illness.'

Unwilling to continue reading, Quinn scrolled down the chat history to the very end, revealing a message from Alexander just moments ago.

Alexander: [Take your medication, it's in the drawer.]

Upon reading these brief messages, Quinn's expression changed. She preferred to believe that this individual merely bore a resemblance to Alexander and was not the person she sought. Even this text message couldn't possibly be from him.

taking two deep breaths before slowly exhaling

the phone number she knew by

result came back empty no

heart. She double-checked her typing,

thoughts invaded her mind, causing her head to ache once again, prompting her to

that evening, Alexander

her head slowly, catching sight of the weather-beaten

shifted beneath the covers as the man swiftly

puzzled by why this man seemed angry

observing her for

getting bolder." He uttered this incomprehensible phrase, leaving Quinn

her dizzy head, Quinn sat up, gesturing towards him, "Let me

coldly, "Where do

moment of hesitation, Quinn gestured again, "I

again, but it was a

to Quinn, he cupped her cheeks, forcing her