The diner wasn't bustling, but it wasn't quiet either. It saw its fair share of customers, particularly during the
after-work rush.
Spaghetti, a menu staple, was affordable but didn't bring in much revenue.Quinn was a diligent worker. She not
only washed dishes but also voluntarily cleaned tables after customers left.
The diner's owners watched her with a mix of pride and guilt, almost feeling they should pay her for her
exceptional work. Despite Alexander's expectations, Quinn didn't return to him. Instead, she found fulfillment in
the diner. The owners treated her like family-they ate together, ran errands, and shared laughter. Quinn had
never felt such happiness even with Alexander. She knew she had found a new hhere. The owner's wife
tried to teach her how to cook spaghetti and stir-fries, unaware of Quinn's expertise. Alexander had been
particular about his food, noticing the smallest changes in flavor. After marrying him, Quinn had honed her
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtcooking skills daily to meet his exacting tastes.
Thus, when Quinn prepared meals, she impressed the diner's wife, who asked in amazement, "Quinn, have you
had any formal cooking training?"
Quinn just smiled and nodded. "That's impressive. It seems a waste to have you just washing dishes. How about
you take on the role of chef instead?" Quinn waved her hands dismissively, as the aroma of the food made her
stomach turn. Before the owner could encourage her further, Quinn felt a wave of nausea wash over her and
quickly made her way to the trash bin to vomit. After a brief, uncomfortable moment, only a bit of bile cup.
The owner's wife placed a comforting hand on Quinn's back. "Are you alright? Do you feel sick?" Quinn paused to
catch her breath, straightened up, wiped her mouth, and placed a hand on her stomach, indicating her
pregnancy. The owner's wife gasped,, "You're pregnant? And your husband?"
Quinn pressed her lips together, pulling out her phone to type in her notes app-"He doesn't want us anymore."
She believed she was right to think this way; it had been days since she left, and Alexander hadn't sent a single
message.
Perhaps he hadn't even returned to their home. She was gone, and he was likely relieved. This way, he could
keep his promise to his grandfather and be with Getty without any guilt. It all made sense to Quinn, yet it
weighed heavily on her heart.
When the diner's owner read Quinn's typed note, she couldn't hide her anger. "What kind of man does that!
Leaving you alone while you're pregnant... He's completely irresponsible, a total jerk.
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How are you managing all by yourself?"Quinn looked down, feeling as though everyone thought she couldn't
make it without Alexander.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmSensing her distress, the owner's wife offered reassurance. "Don't worry, dear. You're welcto stay here as
long as you need. With your cooking skills, once your baby is born, you could easily get a job as a chef and
support yourself and your child."Her words revived Quinn's hope.
She looked up, her eyes bright with gratitude, and nodded appreciatively
Two weeks later, as Quinn was kneeling and washing dishes in the diner, Alexander walked in.
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