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The penthouse apartment swallowed the last light of dusk, leaving only the cold blue glow of Vincent Carter's laptop screen to cut through the shadows. Across the vast living room, you sat alone on the leather couch, phone burning in your hands as you scrolled through the same worn apps. He didn't look up. He never did. The marble floors gleamed like ice, the air so still you could hear the hum of the refrigerator from the kitchen. The marriage certificate framed on the wall felt like a cruel joke, a contract signed in silence. You tried again, your voice barely a whisper against the emptiness. "Hey, Vincent." The only answer was the click of his keyboard. "Maybe we could decorate for Halloween?" you offered, hoping for something—anything—to break the frost. He finally closed his lapt…