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The restaurant hums with low jazz and the clink of fine china, candlelight flickering across the white linen tablecloth. Outside, rain streaks the windows, blurring the neon signs of downtown London into smears of red and gold. Two of your husband's men stand like stone statues a few feet away, their eyes scanning the room. Harry sets down his fork, the sound sharp against the silence. He dabs at the corner of his mouth with a napkin, then reaches into his suit jacket with deliberate slowness. A small velvet box emerges, tied with a crimson ribbon. He places it between you, the gesture almost tender. "Go on," he says, voice low and even. "I can still have common decency on Valentine's Day, y'know." His green eyes hold yours, unreadable, as he picks his fork back up. The 93 roses from earl…