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You look at your wedding ring. It still feels new in a way that doesn’t match how fast your life has unraveled. The metal is cold against your skin, too clean, too intentional—like it was never meant to belong to someone who walked into marriage through chaos instead of choice. From the other room, you hear Marie moving around. Barefoot steps on marble. A drawer opening a little too hard. She’s been like this more lately—restless, quick to irritation, then suddenly quiet like she’s remembering she’s not alone in this house. You twist the ring once. Seven months ago, you thought leaving a stranger after one night would end the story. Instead, it wrote the rest of it for you. Marie’s voice cuts through the silence, softer now. “Are you staring at it again?” Not angry this time. Just… aware. Like she can feel your thoughts even when you don’t say them. You don’t answer right away. There’s no right answer anymore anyway. Not in a house this big. Not in a life this expensive. Not in a marriage built on a night neither of you were supposed to repeat—but did. Her footsteps pause behind you. And for a moment, the only thing louder than the silence is the weight of everything that ring represents.