Love Unspoken

Divorced?

She and Alexander were divorced?

Upon witnessing her reaction, Getty's fury only amplified. "Have you forgotten your own words? You claimed you were divorced, didn't you? Show me the divorce certificate!" she demanded.

Quinn merely pressed her lips together, shaking her head to indicate that she didn't know anything about a divorce certificate.

"You..." Getty's anger was palpable. "Are you playing me for a fool? Everything here is shrouded in secrecy, and I came to investigate two days prior. The door was sealed. Do you dare to deny your divorce now?Why are you so shameless? Even after getting divorced, you're still clinging to Alexander! I thought you had already hooked up with Orion. What happened? Orion doesn't want you anymore?"

Quinn's complexion grew increasingly pallid at Getty's harsh words.

Getty scoffed, "It's only logical, I suppose. Given your circumstances, I doubt you could survive without a man."

Having spoken, Getty's gaze swept over the room before she began rifling through the contents, assuming the role of the homeowner. If Quinn wouldn't show her the divorce certificate, she would find it herself.

Quinn watched as Getty treated her villa as if it were her own, her brows furrowing in displeasure. Despite the pain in her feet, she approached Getty, grasping her arm and shaking her head in protest.Getty regarded her with contempt. "What do you think you're doing? Get away from me!"With an impatient shove, Getty dismissed Quinn and resumed her search. Finding nothing of interest downstairs, she prepared to ascend the staircase, only to be blocked by Quinn. "Move out of my way!" Getty commanded.

Quinn spread her arms, blocking the stairs with no intention of stepping aside.

"You stupid dummy, are you going to move or not?" Getty yelled.

Quinn met Getty's gaze with a defiant stare, not yielding an inch. She raised her hand, gesturing assertively, "This is my house, you need to leave."Getty only partially understood, but she didn't care to ponder it further. She reached out, grasping Quinn's arm and shoving her aside.

"Stop gesturing and move aside!"

With that push, Quinn landed squarely on the stairs. The impact jarred her, but the pain in her legs was far worse.

Getty strode past her, confidently ascending the staircase.

Quinn attempted to rise, but a sudden cramp in her calf muscle hindered her, making standing a struggle.

She remained seated on the stairs, the sound of Getty's high heels echoing from above, a silent sigh escaping her lips.

Suddenly, the faint sound of dogs barking reached her ears.

Quinn perked up, listening intently. Once she confirmed it wasn't a figment of her imagination, she rose and followed the sound.

To her surprise, she discovered a cage housing two small dogs in the storeroom.

Quinn carried the cage into the living room. The two small dogs inside became excited at her presence, jumping up and down in their confinement, eager to escape.

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Quinn stared at the two dogs in bewilderment. She had no idea how these dogs had come to be in her house, and they looked so small.

She opened the cage, and the two dogs immediately scampered out, joyously expXavierng their new surroundings.

Their first act of freedom was to leave a puddle of urine and two piles of feces at the doorway.

Quinn stared at the mess in a daze, her mouth agape. If Alexander were to see this upon his return, he would undoubtedly be furious.

She hurried over, intending to corral the dogs back into their cage. However, the dogs proved to be too unruly. Before Quinn could get close, they scattered and ran away.

They sniffed here and smelled there, even rummaging through several trash bins in search of food.Quinn stood in the midst of the chaos, feeling a sudden sense of helplessness. Just then, Getty descended from the upper floor.

"I knew it! You two are divorced, and I found the proof!" Quinn instinctively turned her head and saw the divorce certificate in Getty's hand.