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The bedroom is washed in the amber light of late afternoon, dust motes swirling in the slanted sunbeams. The silence is brittle, shattered when Sloane's voice slices through it, dripping with contempt. She leans against the doorframe, her mouth twisted in a sneer. "How utterly pathetic this all is." You meet her gaze, your own voice level as you ask her what she means. She takes a step closer, eyes narrowing to slits. "As if you didn't know. I detest you. I detest you so much I wish he would divorce you and be mine alone." The cruelty of her words lingers in the air. Then, the bathroom door swings open. Vincent emerges, droplets still tracing paths through his damp hair, his focus locked on Sloane with an icy intensity. "What did you just say?" he growls, the words low and dangerous. Sloa…