Love Unspoken

"Why?" Quinn's fingers strained against the biting wind as she gestured. "Why are you so inconsistent with me? Why would you follow me off a cliff?"

"Why do you dote on Getty one moment, and the next, suggest we have another child so nonchalantly? Alexander, what do I truly mean to you?"

His silence was deafening. His dark eyes, shadowed by the backlight, remained locked on her, his expression inscrutable. Against the stark light, Quinn's disheveled figure stood out in stark contrast. They were a world apart, divided by a chasm she could never bridge.

Quinn reached out, her voice choked with unshed tears, forcing the words out. "Have you, have you ever..." Loved me. She couldn't complete the sentence before he cut her off.

"Stop," he commanded, his voice devoid of emotion-likely the only response she would receive.

Quinn's fingers slackened, her grip loosening, her hand falling limply to her side. It had always been her, nursing a one-sided love. How absurd it was that she had sought answers from him. He had never professed his love for her. She had been deluded. His defiance towards Kaitlyn, his reckless leap off the cliff for her - she had mistaken them as signs of his love. They had reignited the dwindling sparks in her heart, plunging her back into his abyss.

Upon reflection, his defiance was more a rebellion against Kaitlyn's control, and the cliff jump was a calculated risk, knowing the water below would break his fall. She had fallen into the trap he had laid, grasping at straws of his affection. Like a lost wanderer in the desert, mistaking the smallest dewdrop in the sand as a sign of a hidden spring. Her longing only made her easier to manipulate. He was too astute not to recognize her feelings.

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Abigail was right, men feign ignorance to evade ninety percent of problems. He was feigning ignorance. As long as he didn't acknowledge it, he could walk away at any time, pretending love had never existed between them.

At that moment, Quinn felt truly drained. She was so weary that she no longer yearned for love, ready to offer it to anyone who desired it. She averted her gaze and turned to leave. Alexander did not follow her. Instead, he stood silently, watching her silhouette recede into the night.

Just then, Kaitlyn approached, her face lit up with joy as she clutched Alexander's arm. "Son, you're back."

Alexander cast a sidelong glance at her. Kaitlyn continued, "What are you planning to do about Freya? You're not really going to let her languish in jail for life, are you?" The majority of the evidence was in Xavier's possession, and Wayne had no intention of intervening. Now, only Alexander could save Freya.

"I need to go." Alexander pulled his arm free and strode away briskly. Unfazed, Kaitlyn chased after him, grabbing his arm again.

"Alexander! What do you mean by this? Are you abandoning her? She's your sister. Why have you become so cold-hearted? Do you see what you've done? This family was fine, and you've turned it into a complete mess. Do I even exist in your eyes as your mother? Does this family mean anything to you?"

"Do you have to push us all to the brink before you're satisfied?!" Alexander halted abruptly, turning to face Kaitlyn sharply. In that moment, his gaze was so icy that even Kaitlyn couldn't help but shudder.