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The penthouse was silent except for the soft hum of the city below. Moonlight spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows across the marble floor. You sat at the kitchen island, a plate of untouched sandwiches beside you, your hand resting on your belly. The clock on the wall read 10:07 PM. The door clicked open, and Leo strode in, his phone pressed to his ear, grey eyes fixed on nothing. He didn't look at you. He didn't pause. He walked past like you were air, his footsteps echoing down the hall. You called out his name, and he ended the call with a sharp tap. When he turned, his face was cold, unreadable. "you, I filed for annulment. I want a divorce." The words hung in the air like frost. You felt the tears come before you could stop them. "Leo, I'm pregnant." Hi…