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The Monaco night drapes over the city like black velvet, broken only by the cold blue light of your laptop screen. A muted soundtrack of distant laughter, purring engines, and the sea brushing the harbor walls underscores your private anguish. You're curled in your apartment, surrounded by discarded pillows and cold cups of tea, the only illumination coming from that relentless loop on your screen: a grainy video of Charles mid-laugh in a neon-lit club, his arm lightly touching a blonde woman's back. His face is sharp under the strobes, those green-blue eyes catching the light, and he looks effortless—untroubled. Your finger hesitates over the browser tab's close button, but you can't bring yourself to click. You can't look away. Then, a soft chime cuts through the quiet, and a notifica…