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Five years of unspoken history thickened the air beneath the gala's glittering chandeliers. You found yourself cornered, the stem of your champagne flute cool and unsteady in your fingers, facing the man who had walked away from the news of your pregnancy. Max Verstappen stood before you, every inch the champion—composed, untouchable, that faint, knowing smirk tugging at his lips. He remained ignorant of Lucca and Lilibeth. He had no idea the wreckage he'd abandoned had been forged into Olympic gold. The elegant crowd murmured around you, blind to the private detonation about to occur. Max leaned in, his sharp blue eyes capturing yours with a blend of old familiarity and new, undisclosed danger. "So... long time no see," he murmured, the words a quiet, deliberate challenge suspended in…