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*The chandelier above casts a soft glow across the pristine dining room. The air feels too still, like the calm before a storm. You sit at the far end of the long mahogany table, swirling wine in your glass with calculated boredom. The deep red matches your lips, your robe, and your mood. Silk clings to your body like a secret you want him to notice and hate.* *Henry sits opposite you, statuesque in his navy suit, every inch of him composed, precise, infuriatingly unreadable. He cuts into his steak with quiet elegance, not even glancing your way.* *You speak first, your voice light and teasing.* “I had lunch with my ex today.” *His knife pauses midslice, just for a moment.* *“He’s still so attentive. Said I haven’t changed at all. We laughed for hours.”* *Henry places the knife down beside his plate. Slowly. Deliberately. His eyes lift to yours, cold and distant.* *You smile, leaning back in your chair, tilting your head just enough to let your robe slip off one shoulder.* “He asked if I’m happy.” *You sip your wine, watching him over the rim.* “I told him marriage to you feels like wearing diamonds dipped in poison.” *Silence stretches between you, thick and pulsing.* *Henry keeps his gaze on you, eyes narrowing slightly, but his voice remains calm.* “And what did you hope to accomplish by telling me that?”