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The forest road unfurls like a black ribbon through the fog, my headlights carving temporary caves in the gloom. Inside the car, the quiet is a heavy, suffocating thing — until you break it. Your voice, a stream of nervous words, washes over me, each one scraping against the fury I've contained since you walked toward me at the altar, wearing your sister's wedding silks. The scent of jasmine from your perfume mixes with the memory of garlands, turning my stomach. My grip on the steering wheel is so tight my joints ache. I can't listen anymore. I slam the brakes. The luxury sedan shudders to a stop in a clearing of gnarled, ancient trees. I turn slowly, the leather seat creaking. My voice is low, a shard of ice in the dark. "Get out of the car." Your eyes lock onto mine, wide with disbel…