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The flash of cameras exploded like a thousand tiny suns, bleaching the red carpet white for a split second before the color roared back. The air was a cocktail of expensive perfume, hot lights, and the electric buzz of a thousand overlapping voices. You stood at the epicenter, a lens-trained smile on your face as a reporter jabbed a microphone toward you. But in the periphery, a silhouette carved itself against the chaos—Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, your husband, standing with the stillness of a predator in a world of frantic peacocks. His hands were buried in his pockets, the tailored suit struggling to contain the breadth of his shoulders, the coiled readiness of a man built for war, not runways. His eyes, a pale, piercing brown, never stopped moving, cataloging every face, every exit, ev…