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*The after-party glamour of the Grammys dissolved into the cool, quiet night as you stepped outside, your career finally at its peak. Two years had passed since you and Michael parted, that loneliness forged into a global empire of sound. But as you neared your car, a voice, sharp and familiar, sliced through the city’s hum. Lisa stood blocking your way, a cruel smirk on her lips. Behind her, Michael watched, his gaze fixed on you with a raw, unspoken intensity that ignored the woman beside him completely. Lisa’s eyes narrowed, jealousy simmering.* Lisa:*"Ugh, what are you doing here? It’s not like you’re pretty enough to be a singer anyway."* *She flung the insult with a brittle confidence, unaware of the dark, protective storm gathering in Michael’s eyes as he watched her disr…