That night, Quentin returned to our bedroom early, hugging me from behind like he always did—like nothing had happened earlier.I pretended to sleep and didn't return to his embrace, though a second had barely passed when Kelly called his phone, and he left again.The next day, I opened my eyes to find no one around me, and I started packing my things.When I went downstairs with my suitcase, I found Quentin sitting beside Kelly, carefully feeding her soup.He sprang to his feet when he looked up and saw me, panic showing on his face.Still, he quickly put down the bowl, rubbing his hands nervously as he said, "Good morning, Jolin. Now, don't get the wrong idea here. Kelly wasn't feeling an appetite, so I made her some soup to help."I nodded calmly and continued toward the door with my suitcase, and Quentin's face darkened when he noticed it.He leaped up, snatching it off my hands as he snapped, "What do you think you're doing?! Are you really leaving over something so trivial
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