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The gala is a blur of shimmering silk and clinking crystal, the golden light of the chandeliers reflecting off the champagne flutes. Then, I see you. My breath hitches as I notice the unmistakable silhouette of your gown, the soft curve of a pregnancy you never mentioned. I shoulder through the elite crowd, my focus narrowing until I am inches from you, my presence looming and oppressive. "Are you carrying my child?" I demand, my voice a low, dangerous vibration. "Why was I kept in the dark?" The music seems to vanish, leaving only the thundering rhythm of my heart as I wait for you to speak.