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Sex was an escape, a fleeting release. Even with her heart full of grievances, Quinn could still find some pleasure in it. Alexander had a great physique, and they made love for a full hour, both lost in the ecstasy of the moment.
But when Quinn opened her eyes again, it was morning. Alexander was already in the bathroom, leaving her alone in the bed. After the passion faded, emptiness set in.
Quinn’s body ached, but it was the emptiness that hurt the most. She couldn’t feel any love from Alexander—only his lust. What did he see her as? A wife? Or a mere object of desire?
As she began to dress, the phone on the bedside table vibrated. It was Alexander’s phone.
Someone had sent him a message.
Quinn glanced at the screen, and her heart sank. It was a message from a woman named Getty Morgan.
“You promised to be with me tonight. Why did you go back to that disgusting mute?”
The message stung deeply. So, Alexander had returned late the previous night because he had been with another woman.
Just then, the bathroom door opened slowly, and Alexander stepped out, fresh from his shower. Quinn quickly averted her gaze, pretending she hadn’t seen the message, and continued dressing.
Alexander walked to the bed, picked up his phone, and glanced at Quinn, who was in the middle of getting dressed.
“Did you see the message someone sent me?” he asked casually.
Quinn shook her head quickly, her eyes avoiding his. She remembered what Alexander had told her on their wedding day: “Don’t fall in love with me. I’ll take care of you, but don’t expect more.”
He had made it clear—there was no love. So even if she saw the message, what could she do? Alexander had never cared about her feelings. Whether she was jealous, sad, or hurt didn’t matter to him.
For someone who wasn’t cared for, anger was a luxury.
Her love, her emotions, were nothing more than burdens to him.
Quinn signed with her hands: “I’ll go prepare breakfast.”
With that, she endured the soreness in her body, slowly getting up and heading to the kitchen.
Alexander, watching her frail figure, glanced at his phone and eventually deleted Getty’s message.
Soon, Quinn had breakfast ready. They sat together at the table in silence.
“Come with me to Kennedy Residence later,” Alexander suddenly spoke.
Quinn smiled faintly and nodded.
Alexander studied her, as he often did. Quinn was always so obedient, always smiling, no matter the circumstances. But her compliance, her endless willingness to please, seemed to erase any trace of her own personality.
A person without a personality was… uninteresting.
After breakfast, Alexander drove Quinn to Kennedy Residence.
Quinn had been brought to Alexander by his grandfather, Ulysses Kennedy, who adored her. Three years ago, when Ulysses had fallen critically ill, he had ordered Alexander to marry Quinn. At that time, however, Alexander had been in love with another woman—Getty.
Getty and Alexander had grown up together, childhood sweethearts. Despite Alexander’s feelings for Getty, he dared not defy his grandfather’s wishes and had reluctantly married Quinn.
Quinn had loved Alexander, even though she couldn’t express it. But Alexander never loved her. A one-sided love in a marriage was destined to end in tragedy. Quinn knew this deep in her heart after the wedding.
Alexander’s heart wasn’t with her—it was with Getty.
As they arrived at Kennedy Residence, the house was filled with activity. It was a joyous occasion—Freya, Alexander’s sister, had just given birth to a son, and they were celebrating with a feast. Quinn followed Alexander into the hall.
There, Alexander’s mother, Kaitlyn, was holding her grandson, smiling proudly. But as soon as she saw Quinn, her smile faded, and her expression darkened. It was clear Kaitlyn didn’t like her.
Quinn greeted her, but Kaitlyn didn’t acknowledge her, instead engrossed in conversation with Alexander and Freya.
Being ignored didn’t anger Quinn; she simply stood quietly to the side, feeling the weight of the cold silence.
Freya glanced at Quinn and remarked, “Look how cute the baby is. Why don’t you and my brother have a child?”
Kaitlyn scoffed, “Having one mute in the family is embarrassing enough. If you have another, I won’t be able to show my face!”
Quinn lowered her head at the words, her face tinged with sadness.
Freya’s mention of having a child was clearly meant to provoke her. Last year, Quinn had been pregnant, but Kaitlyn had forced her to have an abortion, fearing that she would give birth to another mute child.
