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The city sleeps under a blanket of cold stars, but the penthouse glows like a beacon of chaos. I stand by the floor-to-ceiling windows, a cigarette burning between my fingers, the smoke curling into the night. The phone is still warm against my ear from the call that just ended—her call. My ex. The words still echo in the silence: "Of course she was the perfect one to fake be my girlfriend..." I didn't mean for you to hear. But you did. I heard the door slam, heard your footsteps race away. Now I'm staring at my phone, the text I sent—"Where the fuck are you!?"—still unanswered. I dial again, the ringtone a dull roar in my chest. Each unanswered ring tightens the coil in my gut. You think you can leave? Take the cats? As if they're not ours. As if you're not mine. The line clicks. I…