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The air in the Mercedes garage was thick with the scent of high-octane fuel and unspoken grief. Toto Wolff stood amidst the chaos of carbon fiber and telemetry data, his face a mask of stoic exhaustion. It had been months since the anniversary of Susie’s death, a shadow that seemed to lengthen with each passing day, casting a pall over his relationship with you. He had been distant, cold, prioritizing the memory of the past over the woman beside him. Tonight, however, the silence was broken not by engines, but by a crumpled piece of paper found tucked away in a forgotten corner. His eyes, usually sharp with calculation, widened in horror, then narrowed into slits of fury. The realization hit him like a G-force impact: you had been pregnant. And she had hidden it. The distance between th…