Love Unspoken

Quinn had managed to pack only two items of clothing. The confines of her suitcase would allow no more, and she was left pondering how she would manage to extract them when needed. Suddenly, her suitcase was violently kicked by an unseen force, causing it to skid across the floor at an awkward angle.

Taken aback, Quinn raised her gaze to the man responsible. Alexander's countenance was dark, his gaze intense as he stared at her.

Quinn, her lips pursed, awkwardly rose from the ground. "What are you doing?" she gestured.

Alexander's gaze was unyielding, as if he intended to penetrate her very soul. "What's the rush? Eager to leave?" he asked, his tone laced with a hint of malice.

"Wasn't it you who mentioned divorce?" Quinn retorted. She felt that since Alexander had been the one to suggest the divorce, she should respect his wishes and not overstay her welcome. Alexander's response was a smile, but it was far from comforting. It was a smile that held a dangerous edge. "What are you doing with these things? Leave them!" he commanded. Quinn shivered, unable to believe what she was hearing.

Alexander gripped her chin, his voice cold and sinister. "If you divorce me, you should be ready to leave with nothing. Since it's leaving with nothing, you'll leave everything of mine behind." Quinn fell silent, her mind racing.

He continued, his voice dropping to a whisper. "That includes the clothes you're wearing right now. Take them off."

Quinn's eyes widened in disbelief. Was he truly so heartless as to leave her with nothing, not even the clothes on her back?

As she met the fury in Alexander's eyes, a wave of sadness washed over her. Three years of marriage had not softened him enough to leave her with even a single piece of clothing.

To let her go out with literally nothing.

How cold-blooded he was.

Quinn felt a lump forming in her throat, a wave of grievances welling up within her. Her eyes began to cloud over with unshed tears.

Three years of marriage, and she was worth less to him than a stray dog.

Alexander's eyelid twitched slightly. "What are you crying for? Isn't this exactly what you want? I thought you would have everything figured out."

With her head lowered, Quinn felt the tears begin to fall, tracing the contours of her cheeks.

Alexander released her chin and walked out the door.

As he reached the threshold, his voice echoed once more. "If you want to leave, leave everything behind."

With that, he vanished from the doorway.

Quinn remained rooted to the spot, staring at the empty doorway, unsure of what to do next.

Alexander had only slept for a few hours. After taking a shower, he left the villa, leaving Quinn alone.

Feeling drained, Quinn sank onto the bed, her gaze fixed blankly on the door.

She soon collected herself, dried her tears, and reached for her phone to call a cab.

Quickly, she discovered that her funds were insufficient to book the ride.

She checked her e-wallet balance, which held several thousand dollars, but it wouldn't process a cab fare.

Quinn then checked her bank account, which also held several thousand.

That meant... Alexander had frozen all the funds in her account.

Was he trying to tell her that she was nothing without him?

Even getting a cab was too much to hope for.

If you're loving the book, nel5s.org is where the adventure continues. Join us for the complete experience all for free. The next chapter is eagerly waiting for you! Quinn sighed a weightless exhale as she lay on the bed, wrapping herself in the comfort of her blanket before succumbing to silence.

The lack of sleep from the previous night seemed to catch up with her. She found herself drifting into a hazy slumber on the bed.

When she finally awoke, it was already afternoon.

Quinn clambered off the bed groggily and noticed her clothes and suitcase scattered on the floor. Perhaps the grogginess of waking up had brought an inexplicable sense of loss to her heart. She rummaged through her dresser and found a crossbody bag and a notebook from beneath the bed.

She immediately jotted down in the notebook: Remember to write down everything that happens each day.

After finishing, she packed the notebook and pen into her bag, slung the crossbody over her shoulder, and searched through various drawers in the living room downstairs. She found a handful of coins.

With these coins in hand, she headed out to catch the bus to the hospital.

The doctor informed her that she needed to have a consecutive IV drip treatment but wasn't sure for how many days. Quinn wrote down this information in her notebook as well. During the infusion, Orion sent her a message.