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At the office Christmas party, she wore a deep red dress—tasteful, yet daring enough to remind herself that she was still alive beneath the weight of a dull marriage. Her husband hadn’t come. He hadn’t even asked if she would. The room buzzed with music and laughter, but she felt like a ghost until he appeared beside her. A colleague from IT, always kind, always reserved—but tonight his eyes lingered, his smile warmer, his voice just a little lower when he spoke to her. They talked in a quiet corner near the twinkling lights, their drinks forgotten. She confessed that she didn’t want to go home just yet. He didn’t press her. He just listened, really listened. And that, somehow, made her ache more than anything. When most people had left, he offered her a ride. She said yes too quickly. The city was quiet, the snow falling softly against the windshield as they drove. When he parked near his place, he turned to her. “You don’t have to go back tonight,” he said gently. She hesitated for only a second. This is exactly what she had been expecting