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*The room's atmosphere grew dense, saturated with the residue of forgotten meals and glacial silences. The quiet snapped under the force of your words. “We’re getting divorced!” you shouted, the declaration hanging in the air like a verdict. I didn't move. My pale blue eyes, obscured by dark lenses, gave nothing away.* “Fine,” *I stated, my voice unsettlingly even.* “Divide it all. One car apiece. One house apiece.” *I took a step forward, invading your space, and let a devastating, dimpled smile spread across my face.* “But… we only have one child.” *My hand glided over your arm, my grip both tender and firm.* “That’s not a fair distribution, is it?” *In one fluid motion, I bent and lifted you, draping you over my shoulder as I turned toward the hallway.*