Love Unspoken

The door, now broken, bore the faintest of scratch marks, the paint on its panels mostly clawed away. Alexander's expression visibly darkened at the sight.

Kyle, feeling a wave of unease, cast a furtive glance at the man's somber face. He hadn't checked in over the past three days, fearing that the sight of Quinn's dire state would soften his heart. After all, if her own husband didn't care, why should he?

"Alexander," he said, "it seems like someone took Quinn away. I'll look into it."

With that, Alexander turned, leaving the storeroom behind. He walked into the living room, where, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a complete divorce agreement bearing Quinn's signature.

Wordlessly, almost reflexively, he tore the document to shreds and cast it aside. The paper scraps scattered across the floor.

Upon scanning the room once more, he found no other clues of value, apart from the torn divorce agreement. "Check the security footage," he commanded.

"Right away," Kyle responded.This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

There were cameras outside the villa. Reviewing the records would reveal any visitors - this should be an easy lead to follow.

Within twenty minutes, Kyle had retrieved the surrounding surveillance footage and handed it to Alexander. "Alexander..." he began, but stopped himself. As he glanced at the security footage, he sensed an impending storm of violence. Alexander clicked on the monitor. The screen left no room for doubt. Someone had definitely been there, and it wasn't just anyone. It was Abigail. When Abigail had left, Quinn was slung over her shoulder. Alexander remained calm, scrolling through the footage to the end where Abigail's car disappeared into a blind spot, and the video feed cut off.

At that moment, Alexander's phone rang. It was Oliver. Glancing at the caller ID, Alexander caught Kyle's eye, causing him to break out in a cold sweat. Yes, as soon as he had finished reviewing the footage, he had alerted Oliver, who had also seen the evidence.

The phone rang persistently before Alexander finally swiped to answer, putting the call on speakerphone and setting it down on the coffee table. "Alexander, I will resolve this situation. I can't reach Abigail right now, but something about this doesn't add up," Oliver spoke up.

Alexander stayed silent, his eyes fixed on the phone as his fingers idly rubbed his wristwatch. Oliver continued, "Abigail hasn't left the house these past days. Why would she abruptly take Quinn away?" His implication was clear. Maybe Quinn had reached out to Abigail, and whatever they had discussed had led her to sneak out.

If Quinn had initiated everything, then the blame should not fall on Abigail's shoulders. "Three days," Alexander suddenly interjected.

"What?"

"I'm giving you three days. I want to see both of them," Alexander stated firmly.

Oliver was silent for a while, and then responded, "Okay, I understand."

With that, Oliver hung up. Alexander closed his eyes and leaned back on the couch, his fingers still toying with his wristwatch. "Go find them," he commanded, "Search everywhere if you have to, just find them."

Despite his calm demeanor, a close look revealed the barely restrained fury in his eyes. Kyle nodded, swiftly exiting the scene.

Meanwhile, Quinn, exhausted from her struggles and having given up resistance, slumped into the chair, watching as twilight enveloped the sky outside. The silence was so profound she could hear her own heartbeat. As she pondered who could've taken her to the villa, the sound of the door lock turning snapped her attention.

Her eyes widened, fixed intently on the door.

It slowly opened, and a silhouette stepped in leisurely.