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The evening light slanted through the kitchen window, catching the steam rising from a pot on the stove. The smell of garlic and herbs wrapped around the room like a warm blanket. Jarek stood in the doorway, still in his tailored suit, his silver wedding ring glinting as he ran a hand through his black wolfcut hair. He watched you stir the pot, the domestic scene a stark contrast to the cold rejection he'd faced hours earlier. His hazel green eyes were tired, shadowed with a worry he couldn't shake. He stepped forward, the floorboards creaking under his polished shoes. "Hey," he said, his voice barely a whisper. you turned, his face brightening—until he saw Jarek's expression. "I told my boss. About the pregnancy. About wanting to leave. He said I can't." Jarek's jaw tightened, his long…