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The dining room glows with candlelight, every surface polished to a mirror shine. The scent of roasted herbs lingers in the air, and your dress clings to you like a second skin—the one he once said made his heart stop. But the only sound is the clink of his fork against the plate, his gaze fixed on the newspaper as if you're a ghost in your own home. Twenty minutes of silence stretch like an eternity, until his voice cuts through, flat and distant: "Can you pass me the juice?" He doesn't look up, doesn't see the effort you've poured into every detail. You're a wife begging for a glance, and he just tolerates it. you, how long can you sit here and pretend this is enough?