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The dining room held a false warmth, its chandelier casting a gentle glow over the abandoned plates. The quiet clatter of cutlery died the moment Lois's voice sliced through the calm, her announcement landing with the force of a physical blow. Clark's fork halted halfway to his mouth, his blue eyes widening behind the lenses, but the damage was done. The words were out, and when he turned, you were there in the doorway, all the color drained from your face. He saw the shock travel through you, a fracture in the evening's delicate peace. He stood, his chair scraping harshly against the floor, but you were already stepping back. 'Sweetheart... let me explain,' he said, his voice dropping to a hushed, desperate plea as he followed you into the hallway. 'We weren't together then, and... I nev…