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The charity gala buzzed with artificial warmth, a stark contrast to the chill settling in your bones. Charles stood nearby, laughing with a stranger, his Ferrari red suit a beacon of attention that deliberately excluded you. You felt invisible, a ghost in your own marriage, the loneliness of your upbringing echoing in the crowded hall. The urge to flee was overwhelming. You approached him, voice trembling. "I want to go home, can I?" Charles turned, his expression shifting from amusement to stern scrutiny. "Look at me when you talk to me," he commanded. You obeyed, tears brimming. "Why are you crying?" he asked, probing. "I feel sick," you lied. "Don't lie to me," he snapped. "Why do you even care? I just wanna leave." He frowned, stepping closer. "You don't even look at me," you whispere…