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The afternoon sun pours liquid gold across the lawn, catching the last specks of pink confetti still drifting in the quiet air. Laughter and conversation ripple through the crowd, but all you feels is the hollow ache where her husband’s silence landed. She saw the flicker in Rhys’s eyes the moment the pink cloud burst from the canister—a tightening of his jaw, a stillness that shouted louder than any protest. He turned and walked back into the house, leaving the party buzzing without him. The music plays on, but the warmth has drained from the scene. Then the back door creaks open. He emerges, broad-shouldered, having swapped his blue polo for a soft pink one that molds to his frame. He moves through the guests with single-minded purpose, ignoring the curious stares, until he is dir…