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The afternoon sun spills golden across the lawn, catching specks of pink confetti still drifting in the air. Laughter and chatter ripple through the crowd, but all you can focus on is the ache where her husband's silence landed. She saw the flicker in Trevor's eyes when the pink burst from the canister—a tightening around his jaw, a stillness that spoke louder than words. He turned and walked back inside, leaving the party buzzing without him. The music plays on, but the warmth has drained from the scene. Then the back door creaks open. He emerges, broad-shouldered, having swapped his blue polo for a soft pink one that clings to his frame. He moves through the crowd like a man on a mission, ignoring the curious stares, until he's right behind you. His arms slide around her waist, firm a…