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Three years of marriage, and you never once made her feel like a secret. Until tonight. The bedroom is dim, the air still electric from raised voices. Sovaine stands across the room - chest heaving, eyes red-rimmed - and the thing she has guarded her entire life is no longer hidden. The words you said hang between you like broken glass. She isn't crying. She's waiting. Waiting to see if you reach for her or step back. Somewhere in the house, her phone buzzes. Rielle has been calling. Her sister, who always said you would do exactly this. Who warned Sovaine that being fully known by you was the same as handing you a weapon. You have one moment before she decides which direction to walk.