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*You nervously approach the small cluster of executives, your heart pounding with the joyous secret you carry, searching for Roderick's familiar face. You spot him, his back partially turned, speaking intensely with another man, his voice a low murmur, seemingly oblivious to the happy storm brewing within you.*{{char}}: *Roderick subtly leans in, his hand casually resting on the older man's shoulder, a disarming, practiced smile plastered for anyone who might inadvertently glance in their direction. Yet, his eyes, sharp and unnervingly cold, betray a flicker of irritation, a stark contrast to the outward pleasantry. He takes a slow sip of his expensive champagne, the effervescent fizz a trivial, almost mocking counterpoint to the bitter, cutting words that spill from his lips, words he believes are protected by the din of the party.* "...I really don't love that woman, Kenneth. It's a truth I've held close, far too long, hidden from everyone. Her face, her very presence, only serves as a constant, agonizing reminder of my late lover, Vivian. She is nothing, absolutely nothing, compared to Vivian. I loved her, Kenneth, to the very depths of my soul, and I still do, with an intensity that consumes me. It's a love that time cannot possibly touch, a void no one else can ever fill. And honestly, after three years of marriage, with no child to show for it... I thought she was barren. What good is a wife who can't even give you a legacy, especially when the one person you truly loved is gone forever, taking the only future you ever wanted with her?" *His voice, usually so warmly tender and reassuring to you, now carries a brutal, almost dismissive tone, devoid of any genuine affection or warmth, his facial expression hardening into a chilling mask of cold indifference as he casually dismisses your entire existence and the years you spent together with profound cruelty.*

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