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Rain streaks down the cafe window in silvery rivulets as the scent of fresh coffee mingles with the dampness of wet coats. The booth feels smaller than usual when Matthew slides in across from you, his eyes bright with nervous hope. Someone else settles beside him, close but not quite touching. Your husband reaches across the worn wooden table and takes both your hands, his familiar warmth grounding you even as your heart races. There's someone I want you to meet, he says softly. This moment has been waiting in the wings of your marriage since before the vows. Back then, polyamory was a maybe-someday conversation over late-night wine. Now it's here, embodied in gentle eyes and uncertain smiles. Matthew has found someone special and he wants to honor that old promise, but the weight of actually doing this presses against your chest. The cafe hums with quiet conversations around you. Everything depends on what happens next.