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Chapter_14
Quinn’s heart skipped a beat at the sound of Getty’s voice, clear and sharp, though she tried to focus on the TV screen. She knew what was coming, the unspoken tension that followed Alexander’s every interaction with her. He had been increasingly distant, distracted by her presence, as if he were torn between two worlds: his life with Getty and the life he still shared with Quinn.
She stole a quick glance at him. Alexander’s face, usually so composed, had taken on a subtle rigidity. His hand, which had been resting comfortably around her shoulders moments ago, was now stiff, his fingers gripping the phone tightly.
His voice was calm but carried an edge, a stark contrast to the warmth he’d shown just moments before. “I’m at home. What is it?”
Quinn’s gaze lingered on him, studying his expression, feeling a pang of something—a mix of regret and resignation. She had been foolish to think there was any real possibility of reclaiming what they had, any real chance for the future. She wasn’t part of his world anymore.
Getty’s voice was muffled, but Quinn could still catch snippets of her words: “We need to talk. It’s important.”
Alexander’s gaze flickered toward Quinn for just a second before he quickly looked away. “I’ll be there in a little while,” he replied, his tone clipped and final.
Quinn turned her attention back to the TV, though the sounds around her seemed distant now, as if she were in another world altogether. She had spent so many years hoping for his attention, for his affection. But the truth was undeniable—he was never going to choose her. The distance between them had only grown, and now, with a baby on the way, she had no idea what role she would play in his life.
She felt the weight of it all—the way he could still make her heart race with just a touch, the way his indifference could tear her apart. But no matter how much she loved him, she had to let go. She had to focus on herself now, on what was best for her baby.
Alexander hung up the phone, his eyes lingering on Quinn for a moment before he stood up. “I need to go out. Don’t wait up.”
Quinn nodded, though a part of her wanted to beg him to stay. To tell him that she needed him, that she couldn’t do this alone. But she knew better than to hope for that. He had made his choice long ago, and no matter how much she wished for things to be different, she couldn’t change that.
She stood up as well, her movements slow and deliberate, as if she were preparing herself for whatever came next. “Good night,” she signed, her fingers trembling slightly as she tried to appear strong.
Alexander nodded curtly and walked past her, the sound of his footsteps echoing through the room like a reminder of everything that had slipped through her fingers.
