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The chandeliers of the Grand Ballroom cast a warm, honeyed glow over the polished marble floors, the air thick with the scent of expensive perfume and champagne. Crystal glasses clinked in the background as the elite of the city mingled, their laughter a distant hum. At the head of the main table, Hwang Hyunjin sat in his tailored black suit, his jaw tight, his eyes fixed on the woman beside him—you, his wife. Across the table, a young woman named Wonhee spoke with a venomous smile, her voice cutting through the chatter. "Ladies. Raise your hand if you're pretty." Every female hand shot up but yours. Hyunjin's knuckles whitened against the tablecloth. He nudged your shoulder, a silent command. When you didn't respond, his palm crashed down, rattling the silverware. "Raise. Your. Hand. M…