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Getty’s breath caught in her throat at Alexander’s chilling words. She had expected anger, frustration, maybe even a reprimand for her audacity in bringing up something so personal, but this—this was something else entirely. His gaze, sharp and calculating, bored into her as if he was dissecting her very soul.
A chill ran down her spine, but she tried to mask it with a smile, albeit a strained one. “Of course, darling,” she said, her voice unsteady despite her best efforts. “It will be yours. I promise.”
Alexander’s eyes lingered on her for a moment longer before he returned his focus to the papers in front of him, his expression once again unreadable. It was clear that he didn’t believe her, but he wasn’t going to waste time on a conversation he had no interest in. Getty, on the other hand, was burning with resentment.
“You don’t even care, do you?” she muttered under her breath, but Alexander didn’t acknowledge her. He was lost in his work, and that was all that mattered to him.
Getty straightened up, her anger bubbling beneath the surface. She had no time to waste on his indifference. She knew better than to push him too far, but the frustration was building inside her. She couldn’t help but feel like nothing more than a pawn in his game, a tool to be used when it suited him. But she had her own agenda, and she wasn’t going to let him dictate everything.
As Kyle left the office, Quinn sat by the window, lost in thought. The laughter and celebration around her seemed so distant, so foreign. The couple who had just gotten engaged reminded her of something she had never had—a partnership built on love and shared dreams. Instead, she was here, alone with her thoughts, separated by a wall of indifference and neglect.
She glanced down at her hand, where a ring should have been. She had never asked for much—never wanted grand gestures or declarations of love. But in the back of her mind, there was always the lingering hope that one day, Alexander would see her for who she truly was. That he would realize she wasn’t just some shadow in his life. But that hope had long since faded, leaving only a bitter emptiness in its place.
A few minutes later, she heard the familiar sound of Alexander’s footsteps approaching. She turned, her heart fluttering in her chest despite her best efforts to stay composed. He entered the restaurant, his eyes briefly scanning the room before settling on her. His usual mask of indifference was firmly in place, but Quinn could see the exhaustion in his eyes, the weight of the world pressing down on him.
“Quinn,” he greeted her, his voice soft but distant. It was the same as always—formal, polite, but devoid of any real warmth.
She gave him a small smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “Alexander,” she replied, her voice steady despite the turmoil churning inside her.
He sat down across from her, and the space between them felt even wider than before. The words she wanted to say, the questions she wanted to ask, were stuck in her throat. She wanted to know why—why he had never truly cared, why he couldn’t see her, why everything between them had been reduced to this hollow shell of what it could have been.
But she said nothing. The silence stretched between them, thick and suffocating, as the world outside continued to spin.
