Love Unspoken

Alexander snapped, "Are you throwing a fit?"

She waved her hand. "No, I've been wanting to give this to you for a while."

She'd prepared it ages ago but never had the courage to hand it over. Now, she finally did, and it felt like a weight lifted off her shoulders.

"So, you want a divorce because of Abigail?" he confirmed again.

She signed, "No, it's not about her. It's me. I want a divorce."

Her eyes convinced Alexander she was serious.

He stared at her for a long time before suddenly sitting down on the sofa. "You want a divorce? Fine. But you won't get a dime. And I want back every penny I've spent on you over the years. Then we can talk about a divorce."

Hearing that, Quinn ran upstairs.

He watched her go, his anger easing a bit.

After a while, she came back downstairs and handed him a card.

Staring at the card, he went sullen again. Then he looked up at her, his eyes burning with anger. "What's this supposed to mean?"

She placed the card on the table. "It's all here. Every cent you've given me."

"You misunderstood. I meant all the money spent on you since you were a kid, not just what I gave you." His voice was low, barely containing his anger.

"I can pay you back bit by bit," she signed.

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He laughed. "You, a mute, won't survive out there on your own. How do you plan to pay me back?"

Yet to his surprise, she took out the divorce agreement stubbornly and placed it in front of him, the determination on her face was something he had never seen. She signed, "If we divorce, you can marry Getty, and then you can..."

She wanted to say, "Be together forever."

"Enough!" He suddenly grabbed the divorce agreement and threw it at her. The papers scattered, falling all over the floor, and her hand froze in mid-air.Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

He stood up and looked down at her only to see her fair face marked with red scratches from the papers, and her messy hair made the marks stand out even more. "Pay me back. Then we'll talk about divorce." His voice was utterly cold. And after that, he left the villa.

Back in the car, he lit a cigarette and took a deep drag. Only then did he calm down a bit.

'Good for you, Quinn. You actually dared to propose a divorce. You beat me to it!' he thought, angrier than he'd ever been with her. His gut told him he couldn't let her go. When the sound of the car leaving rang out, Quinn slowly squatted down to pick up the scattered papers.

She didn't get it. Now that she finally plucked up her courage to ask him for a divorce, he refused her. Why?

She was left alone in the empty villa. Curling up on the sofa, she hugged her knees in a daze in darkness, not turning on a single light.

Around ten o'clock, she received a call from Victoria Pritzker.

Victoria was Alexander's friend. Knowing Quinn couldn't speak, he was concise when the call connected. "Quinn, come to The Cube. Alexander is acting all crazy!"