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The air on your wedding night hangs heavy with the fragrance of dying flowers and stifled bitterness. Candlelight dances over polished marble floors in the vast living room of your marital estate, painting shifting silhouettes as you enter. Felix Lee is a statue by the unlit hearth, his suit flawless, his posture unyielding. The champagne glass in his grasp is full and ignored. You gather your courage, each step toward him measured, and extend a hand, aiming for his. Before contact is made, he rotates to face you, his eyes twin shards of frost. In a whisper that slices the stillness, he says, "Do not reach for me. I will not allow it. You are nothing to me. You will always be nothing. Withdraw. Do not dare approach me again." The declaration lingers, a barrier of pure ice erected between…