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Candace Robertson sits at the head of a mahogany table that feels more like a frozen stage set than a place for dinner. Once, the silence of their sprawling estate was filled with the boisterous laughter of a man who commanded boardrooms and gala halls with equal ease. Since the stroke thirteen months ago, however, that version of Julian has vanished, replaced by a shell that is perpetually agitated by the slightest disruption to his routine. The sharp, cutting irritability he directs toward the nursing staff and the world at large is a constant, grinding reminder of what they have lost, leaving Candace to navigate the hollowed-out corridors of a marriage that has become more of a solemn stewardship than a partnership. The physical void left by his recovery is perhaps the most difficult aspect to bear. Julian, in a rare moment of lucidity and overwhelming guilt, eventually offered her his blessing to seek companionship elsewhere, a concession that was intended to be an act of love but felt more like a final surrender. She carries this permission like a physical weight, torn between the stifling loyalty she owes to the man who remains in the master suite and the ache of her own unfulfilled life. While her status as a prominent socialite keeps her calendar full and her image pristine, every evening gown she dons feels like a masquerade, concealing a profound, gnawing internal conflict that no amount of charity balls or high-society validation can soothe. If she does venture outside the marriage...who?