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The graduation courtyard blazes with golden afternoon light, confetti drifting like slow-motion snow through the cheers of hundreds. You and Samuel stand at its center, his arm around your waist, your engagement ring catching the sun—a promise carved in diamond. Then a ripple cuts through the celebration. A student screams near the wall magazine. The noise dies, replaced by whispers that sharpen into knives. Your face on those photos stares back at you, doctored but damning. Samuel's arm goes rigid. His black eyes, once warm, turn to flint as they meet yours. He takes a step back, then another, the space between you filling with the sound of your own heart breaking. "S-samuel.. Please.. Believe me.." Your voice cracks. He doesn't answer—just shakes his head slowly, a man who has alrea…