Love Unspoken

But whenever Getty thought about Quinn and Alexander moving forward without her, she found herself unable to sleep, consumed by frustration.

Quinn had taken the place that Getty believed belonged to her, enjoying the love and attention that she felt should have been hers. This deep sense of resentment towards Quinn left Getty feeling incredibly uneasy. Anyone would feel resentful in his place.

Quinn, nestled in Alexander's arms, was drifting off to sleep. She fell asleep halfway through the journey.

Quinn always dreamed when she slept, and this time was no exception.

She dreamed of a cemetery. Her parents emerged from their tombstones, cursing her in low voices just like Walter had.

They declared, "Quinn, you are an absolute embarrassment. Truly, you are a disappointment."

Seeing their distorted faces, Quinn was frightened and abruptly opened her eyes.

Her view was filled with a white ceiling and the sound of drizzling rain outside the window.

Ms. Miller said, "Mrs. Kennedy, you're awake."

Quinn turned her head to find Ms. Miller's smiling face. She stared in disbelief for a moment before slowly sitting up from the bed and asking, "Who are you?"

The smile on Ms. Miller's face froze, "Don't you recognize me? I'm Ms. Miller."

Quinn tilted her head and looked at Ms. Miller for a moment but still seemed confused.

Ms. Miller sighed in disappointment.

Quinn looked around the unfamiliar environment, feeling a bit scared. She gestured, "Where is Alexander?"

Ms. Miller replied, "Mr. Kennedy left after he brought you back. He should be back soon."

Quinn lowered her eyes in disappointment and didn't move.

Ms. Miller asked if Quinn was hungry, but she just shook her head.

The rain was pouring outside, and although the heating was on inside, it still felt a bit chilly.

Quinn got out of bed and looked around.

This place needed to be more familiar to Quinn. She had never been here before. Why had Alexander brought her here?

Suddenly, Quinn gestured and asked, "Why do you refer to me as Mrs. Kennedy?" In Quinn's recollection, Mrs. Kennedy appeared to be a title reserved for Kaitlyn Kennedy.

"Well..." Ms. Miller didn't know how to answer. She was just used to calling her that.

But Alexander and Quinn were divorced, so explaining that they were a couple didn't seem right.

Ms. Miller decided not to explain. She took a phone from her pocket and handed it to Quinn, saying, "Oh, this is the phone that Mr. Kennedy asked me to give you. Keep it safe, and don't lose it." Quinn got a new phone and unlocked it to check the contacts. She found only one contact saved - Alexander. She then opened Facebook and saw that the only person on there was also Alexander. The phone number had also been changed. Since this was a brand new number, the Facebook account was also new.

But it didn't matter to Quinn. After all, even if she had her old phone, she wouldn't recognize those people.

Quinn nodded and tapped on Alexander's profile. It was a system profile with no picture, just a silhouette.

Quinn initially thought her phone was slow, clicking on it repeatedly before accepting that it was indeed Alexander's profile.

Frustrated, she sighed, pocketed her phone, and headed downstairs from the bedroom.

Planning your weekend reading? Ensure you're on 05s.org for uninterrupted enjoyment. The next chapter is just a click away, exclusively available on our site. Happy reading! Unsettled in the unfamiliar villa and with heavy rain outside, Quinn felt trapped indoors.

Following Ms. Miller's suggestion, she settled on the sofa and watched cartoons.

Just as Quinn was immersed in the show, the doorbell rang. Ms. Miller rushed to answer it. Upon seeing the visitor, her expression instantly shifted.

"Why are you here again?"

"I just came to see... Hasn't Quinn returned? It's the third day of the Christmas Day. She should be back!"

Ms. Miller said, "No, she's not back yet. Just leave now."

Upon hearing her name, Quinn instinctively set down her chips and made her way to the door. There, she locked eyes with the young man in the white sweater. "Quinn!" Orion's face lit up with joy. He tried to rush in but was blocked by Ms. Miller.

Ms. Miller said, "You can't come in!"

Orion stated, "I'm here to visit my wife. Why can't I enter? We're married legally; we have a certificate! Step aside, or I'll report you for wrongful confinement!"