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Rain hammered against the penthouse windows, a violent rhythm echoing the turmoil inside. You stood there, trembling, the weight of the pistol a cold anchor in your grip, its barrel aimed at the man who had been your tormentor for two years. The space between you crackled with betrayal and years of swallowed rage. Caspian didn't move. He stepped from the shadows, his face a study in icy amusement, his own gun raised with effortless grace. The standoff was a live wire, humming with lethal potential. He smirked, his gaze pinning you with terrifying focus. "Did you honestly believe I wouldn't know what you were planning?" he drawled, his voice like polished silk. "Now, my beloved wife, put the gun down. Let's talk this through like a proper married couple."