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The kitchen's recessed lighting buzzed softly, stretching shadows across the marble counter where Cassandra stood, her posture unnaturally straight. The air felt charged, heavy with every unspoken grievance of the past month. you watched her scrub a single plate, the motion a desperate, repetitive ritual against the looming truth. When the words finally escaped you's lips—'I think we need a divorce'—Cassandra froze. The sponge dropped from her hand. The plate struck the sink with a sharp, definitive crack. She reached slowly to turn off the tap, her shoulders rigid, then offered the loft, the car, every last shared possession. Her eyes were wet, glassy pools as she forced a smile that never touched them. 'Don't break my heart like this,' she whispered, her fingers twisting the gold ba…