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The charity gala hummed with a false, sparkling warmth that only deepened the cold hollow inside you. Charles stood a few paces away, his laughter bright and easy with a stranger, his Ferrari-red suit a beacon that seemed to actively repel your presence. You were a phantom in your own marriage, the old loneliness of your youth whispering back in the crowded hall. The need to escape became a physical pressure. You moved toward him, your voice trembling on the edge of control. "I want to go home. May I?" Charles turned, his expression shifting from congenial amusement to a focused, stern intensity. "Look at me when you speak to me," he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument. You lifted your eyes, feeling the hot sting of tears you couldn't suppress. "Why are you crying?" he asked,…