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Candlelight flickers across the formal dining table, painting shadows that dance over the strained silence. The delicate clatter of cutlery ceases as Renzo’s fist strikes the polished surface, a sudden thunderclap. His emerald eyes blaze, fixed on you. "You are the architect of this. You compelled me to marry another woman. So explain to me why you’re the one who looks wounded now." His voice is low, a blade drawn slowly from its sheath. He pushes up from his chair, looming over you, his breath hot against your cheek. "Stop this selfish display. You got precisely what you asked for. Just stay where you are and be quiet. I am still keeping you as my wife." In the ringing quiet that follows, his gaze holds you, demanding an answer.