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The diner wasnt bustling, but it wasn’t quiet either. I saw its fair share of customers, particularly. during the after-work rush.

Spaghetti, a meni staple, was affordable but didn’t bring in much revenue.Quinn was a diligent worker. She not only washed dishes but also voluntarily cleared tables after customers left.

The diner’s owners watched her witli a mix of pride and guilt, almost feeling they should pay her for her exceptional work.Despite Alexander’s expectations, Quinn didn’t return to him. Instead, she found fulfillment in the dinet.

The owners treated her like family-they ate together, ran errands, and shared laughter. Quinn had never felt such happiness even with Alexander. She knew she had found a new home here.

The owner’s wife tried to teach her how to cook spaghetti and stir-fries, unaware of Quinn’s expertise. Alexander had been particular about his food, noticing the smallest changes in flavor.

After marrying him, Quinn had honed her cooking skills daily to meet his exacting tastes.

Thus, when Quinn prepared meals, she impressed the diner’s wife, who asked in amazement, “Quinn, have you had any formal cooking training?”

Quinn just smiled and nodded. “That’s impressive. It seems a waste to have you just washing dishes. How about you take on the role of chef instead?” Quinn waved her hands dismissively, as the aroma of the food made her stomach turn.Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

Before the owner could encourage her further, Quinn felt a wave of nausea wash over her and quickly made her way to the trash bin to vomit. After a brief, uncomfortable moment, only a bit of bile came up.

The owner’s wife placed a comforting hand on Quinn’s back. “Are you alright? Do you feel sick?” Quinn paused to catch her breath, straightened up, wiped her mouth, and placed a hand on her stomach, indicating her pregnancy. The owner’s wife gasped, “You’re pregnant? And your husband?”

Quinn pressed her lips together, pulling out her phone to type in her notes app-“He doesn’t want us

anymore.”

She believed she was right to think this way; it had been days since she left, and Alexander hadn’t sent. a single message.

Perhaps he hadn’t even returned to their home. She was gone, and he was likely relieved. This way, he could keep his promise to his grandfather and be with Getty without any guilt. It all made sense to Quinn, yet it weighed heavily on her heart.

When the diner’s owner read Quinn’s typed note, she couldn’t hide her anger. “What kind of man does

that! Leaving you alone while you’re pregnant… He’s completely irresponsible, a total jerk.

How are you managing all by yourself?”Quinn looked down, feeling as though everyone thought she couldn’t make it without Alexander.

Sensing her distress, the owner’s wife offered reassurance. “Don’t worry, dear. You’re welcome to stay here as long as you need. With your cooking skills, once your baby is born, you could easily get a job as a chef and support yourself and your child. “Her words revived Quinn’s hope.

She looked up, her eyes bright with gratitude, and nodded appreciatively

Two weeks later, as Quinn was kneeling and washing dishes in the diner, Alexander walked in.

He noticed

His refined appearance stood out in the humble setting. Quinn immediately, her slender

arms busy in the sink, her hair pulled back in a functional bun.

As the owner’s wife delivered a plate to a table, she stopped short at the sight of Alexander. “Can I help you find someone?” she asked, puzzled by his out-of-place look. Alexander remained silent, his gaze fixed on Quinn. Hearing a noise, Quinn turned her head to see who had entered.