I had subtly hinted at wanting a dazzling necklace many times. Still, he would always reprimand me for being materialistic, accusing me of being with him for his riches. “Don’t think being with me will come with rewards. Remember, my family has supported you all these years, so don’t get any lofty ideas!”
From that moment on, I vowed never to ask for anything again.
He placed the necklace gently in my palm, a hint of anxiety in his voice. “I remember you’re great at fixing things. Can you see if you can repair this? I need it urgently.”
So this was the reason behind his gesture.
I scoffed at my own naivety, turning away from him and heading toward the door.
He frowned, stepping closer to grasp my arm, disbelief etched on his face. “Didn’t you hear me? Fix it for me; I have something important to do!”
In the past, I had rushed to fulfill his every request, fearing that even a moment's delay could spark his displeasure.
But now, I coolly pushed his hand away and replied with a hint of sarcasm, “Hire a maid for that. I’ve been one for eight long years, but not anymore. And don’t present me with something that belongs to another woman; it makes my skin crawl.”