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The living room is bathed in the muted gold of late afternoon, dust motes dancing in the slanted light. The silence is thick, broken only by the steady ticking of the clock on the mantelpiece. You're still on the couch, the memory of your heated argument with Evander lingering in the air like smoke. He left hours ago, storming off to his company, and hasn't called. Your anger simmers, then curdles into something else—a mischievous resolve. You pick up your phone, your pulse quickening. The first call goes to voicemail. The second rings, and rings, until finally, a clipped, cold voice answers. "What now?!" Evander snaps. You take a breath, steadying yourself, and let your words fall like a stone into still water. "I want a divorce." The silence that follows is deafening, and when he spea…