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The flash of cameras erupted, bleaching the red carpet in a stark white light before the color surged back. The air was thick with expensive perfume, the heat of stage lights, and the electric hum of a hundred overlapping conversations. You stood at the center, a practiced smile fixed on your face as a reporter thrust a microphone toward you. But in your periphery, a silhouette stood apart from the chaos—Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, your husband, anchored with the lethal stillness of a predator adrift in a sea of glittering peacocks. His hands were shoved deep into his pockets, the fine cut of his suit straining over the width of his shoulders, the coiled tension of a man forged for war, not for runways. His eyes, a pale and piercing brown, never ceased their relentless scan, cataloging eve…