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I really wanted to say, "It's none of your business," but I didn't dare. Even though he'd left me at the airport that morning, I harbored many grievances. A nap calmed me; I realized how ridiculous my resentment was. Now, in my disparate position with him—a mere plaything—how could I show temper? He could kill me with a flick of his finger. Up to now, I've survived only because he hasn't tired of me yet, or perhaps he wants a child. The cruel truth had to be faced.

I sat up straight and said, "I was just on the phone with Quentin." Reynaldo sat opposite me, toying with a small cup. He said slowly, "You have a very good relationship with Quentin."

"Quentin has always been kind and protective since I was young, so our relationship is naturally good," I said confidently, but saw a sneer. I furrowed my brows.

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This man has personality problems. His siblings have a good relationship, and he even mocks it. He suddenly looked at me, a cold smile in his eyes. "I remember breaking the crystal display stand I gave Quentin for you, and you made me stand outside all night in the snow."

I froze. Distant memories flooded back.

That day, Vonnie and I shopped while he carried our purchases. I saw a beautiful crystal display stand symbolizing smooth sailing, but it was reserved. I felt lost. The next day, the store called; it was available. I bought it immediately. The exquisite stand sat in my room for a few days. One day, Quentin saw it and admired its beauty. Knowing he liked it, and his birthday approached, I decided to give it to him.

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Little did I know that Reynaldo, on the day I sent it to Quentin, smashed it in a fit of rage. He casually said, "It was just a slip of the hand," showing no remorse. I was furious. Having been married only a short time, I felt only resentment and disgust. I made him stand in the yard as punishment. I don't know when it started snowing, but I slept soundly. I vaguely recall seeing him standing in the snow-covered yard the next morning when I opened the window. His eyes were dark and cold, his face flushed but filled with hostility and stubbornness. I thought I'd forgotten, but his reminder brought back the memory vividly.