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Chapter_50
Quinn’s breath came in shallow gasps as she stared at the divorce papers, her mind a whirlwind of emotions. The weight of the decision pressed heavily on her chest, each second stretching into an eternity. She could feel the pen trembling in her hand, the cold tip hovering just above the line, as though it held the power to seal her fate.
Her heart was a battlefield. On one side, there was the reality she knew—the life she had with Alexander, despite the cold distance between them. It was comfortable in its own way. He had never been cruel to her, never abusive. In some strange, twisted way, she had come to rely on the stability of their arrangement, even if love was absent.
On the other side, there was the whisper of her desires—the yearning for something more, something real. The thought of staying married to him, of living in a hollow shell of a relationship, felt suffocating. Could she really continue to pretend, to live a life so void of passion, just for the sake of comfort?
Her fingers clenched tighter around the pen, the pressure of the moment forcing a tear to slip down her cheek. What was she really signing away? A life of emptiness or a chance to start anew? The baby growing inside her was a constant reminder of the possibility of change, of a future she could build, but only if she had the courage to take the first step.
Alexander’s eyes never wavered from her. He was waiting, his expression unreadable, as though this was just another business transaction. A decision to be made, and then put behind them.
“Thirty seconds,” he reminded her again, his voice cold and final.
She closed her eyes for a moment, as if trying to shut out the world around her, and then she exhaled slowly. The decision had to be hers. She couldn’t let fear dictate her life anymore. She couldn’t let the shadow of his indifference steal her chance at a future that was her own.
With trembling hands, Quinn placed the pen down on the paper and signed her name.
But as she did, something inside her stirred. It wasn’t relief or finality—no, it was a spark. A flicker of hope that maybe, just maybe, this wasn’t the end. Perhaps, it was the beginning of something else.
She looked up at Alexander, the weight of her decision still heavy in her chest but no longer overwhelming.
“I’m done pretending,” she whispered, her voice shaky but firm. “I’m ready to face what comes next. Alone, if I have to.”
For the first time, she saw a shift in his expression—just a subtle change, but enough for her to notice. There was something in his eyes, something that flickered between indifference and maybe… regret?
He didn’t speak right away, and for a long moment, they both sat there in silence, the unspoken words between them hanging in the air like thick smoke.
Finally, Alexander sighed, as if he had been holding his breath. “You really want to do this?” he asked, his voice quieter now, as though the weight of the moment had finally reached him.
Quinn nodded, her chin trembling as she met his gaze.
“Yes,” she said softly. “I do.”
It wasn’t just the end of their marriage. It was the beginning of her fight for herself—for the future she could carve out on her own terms.
