Love Unspoken

Soren released a series of sighs, his mind churning before he finally spoke. "You're suffering from a disease known as Alzheimer's, and it's causing you to forget many things. Don't you have a notebook? You should take it out and read it." Quinn's gaze dropped to her hands, finding them empty. No notebook was in sight. Soren opened his mouth to continue, but the sight of her vacant expression halted his words.

It was clear she wouldn't remember. "Come on," he said gently, "I'll take you home."

He resolved then to inform Alexander of the situation.

Confusion swirled in Quinn's mind, a tempest of uncertainty. Rising to her feet, she followed Soren in a mechanical fashion, her movements devoid of thought.

With a sense of urgency, Soren drove at full speed, ferrying Quinn back to the villa. Upon arrival, Quinn stepped out of the car, preparing to dart into the house as she usually did.

But before she could cross the threshold, the villa's door slammed shut, leaving her stranded outside. She stood rooted to the spot, her mind a whirl of confusion.

Soren, standing awkwardly beside her, said, "Quinn, Alexander isn't aware of your condition. I'll go inform him." He raised his hand, pressing the doorbell.

After a moment, the door creaked open, revealing not Alexander, but a middle-aged woman. "Who are you looking for?" she asked.

"Alexander. Hasn't he returned?" The woman gave him a once-over before shaking her head. "Alexander isn't coming back. He asked me to clean the villa.

By the way, is that pile of belongings Quinn's? He said if she doesn't retrieve them, they'll be discarded." As she spoke, she swung the door wider, revealing a heap of items in the corner.

A flicker of guilt crossed her face. She had taken a few items during her cleaning, fearing they would be noticed.

Soren stole a glance at Quinn, her face pale and her expression vacant. "Will Alexander return?" he asked. "I already told you, Alexander won't be returning.

Once I finish cleaning, this villa will be ready to be sealed up." "So soon?" "I'm just a worker. Alexander's belongings are still here. Do you want me to remove them?"

Soren turned to Quinn, seeking her input, but she had already ventured inside. She approached the pile of disarray.

The housekeeper had haphazardly packed everything, leaving her clothes and jewelry in a chaotic mess that resembled a heap of garbage.

Soren watched her desolate figure, a sigh escaping his lips. He didn't fully grasp the intricacies of their relationship, but it was evident that Alexander hadn't truly desired a divorce. Now, with Quinn's unpleasant memories erased, Alexander had chosen to divorce her.

The ironies of fate were often a cause for sighs. Quinn, looking at the pile of familiar items, finally grasped the reality that her relationship with Alexander had irrevocably ended. Twenty years of togetherness had culminated in a small piece of divorce paper.

On their wedding day, he had vowed to care for her for a lifetime. It seemed her lifetime had been tragically short. Quinn couldn't recall the events of this period, but the sight of her discarded belongings ignited a surge of pain in her heart. The once familiar villa now felt foreign. The rain tapping against the window, the willow trees swaying in the wind, the twinkling lights overhead, and even the cleared-out garbage. Every corner of the villa felt alien, each one narrating the tale of her and Alexander's fleeting and unhallowed marriage, akin to the pile of discarded belongings.

Soren lingered outside the door, his thoughts churning. Finally, he pulled out his phone and dialed Alexander's number, taking a deep breath as he waited for the call to connect.