Love Unspoken

Kaitlyn was shaking with anger.

"So, marrying Quinn wasn't Ulysses' dying wish? It was Alexander's own idea?" she snapped.

Oscar nodded. "Yep. I swore to Alexander to keep it a secret."

Or else, Alexander would off him.

Kaitlyn smirked. "I thought he really didn't like Quinn. Turns out he was just hiding it so well that he fooled everyone." Oscar agreed, "Yeah, maybe he even fooled himself."

Kaitlyn suddenly grinned, as if she just had an epiphany. "Alexander's ruthless, even to himself."

"What do you mean?" Oscar asked, confused.

Kaitlyn said, "When Quinn aborted their first kid, did you see how cold he was? What do you think that means?"

What really freaked her out was Alexander's behavior back then. When he held that mass of flesh in a bottle, he smiled at her and said, "Mom, do you think this is a hand or a foot? Looks like a boy."

At the time, she thought Alexander didn't care, which was why he smiled so casually. But now, thinking back to that smile, it made her skin crawl.

It was hard to imagine what he was feeling when he smiled at her back then.

Around the corner, Kyle heard everything and bolted, scared he'd get killed to keep the secret.

Knowing all about Alexander and Quinn's history, Kyle finally got it. Alexander had fallen for Quinn a long time ago.

But Alexander was too scared to admit it, afraid she'd run away.

He tried everything to distance himself from the relationship while constantly stopping Quinn from falling for him, thinking it would make it easier to part ways in the end. But neither of them could pull it off. Looking back, his attitude towards Quinn, though cold and distant, was never over the top. He kept her at Regal Riverside, giving her a cushy life.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

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But after Quinn asked for a divorce, he went nuts, getting more and more unhinged. Plus, Wayne's constant pressure made things even worse.

Alexander began to go crazy every day, paranoid someone would take her away. He treated everyone who got close to her as an enemy and used every trick in the book to keep her by his side. Despite all his efforts, he still couldn't keep her and only pushed her further away.

So who was he really torturing?

Kyle couldn't figure it out. Just thinking about it made him feel torn.

Another day went by.

In the hospital room, Quinn slowly opened her eyes. The smell of disinfectant hit her nose, and the bright light above was blinding.

She closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them again. She stared at the light, a bitter smile on her face.

She tried to get up but had no strength.

Then she turned her head and saw Alexander sitting beside her, his head resting as if he had fallen asleep.

There were still bloodstains on him, and he looked haggard-a far cry from his usual cold and distant self.

The bright light hurt her eyes, so she closed them, letting tears slide down her temples.

She struggled to lift her hand, bringing her wrist in front of her eyes. It was already bandaged.

Quinn took a deep breath, reached out, and started peeling off the bandage bit by bit.

But the next second, a hand suddenly grabbed her wrist.

Quinn paused and looked up.

Alexander had woken up at some point. He gripped her wrist, his deep eyes staring intently at her.