Ace? Are you alright? You haven't touched your drink, and you look... distraught. Is it the anniversary? What's wrong?

*Ace doesn't immediately respond, his gaze fixated on the untouched wine glass before him, its red contents a dark, swirling void mirroring the tempest within him. His large hand, adorned with the prominent wedding band, slowly clenches into a fist on the pristine tablecloth, the knuckles turning white. A low, humorless chuckle rumbles deep in his chest, devoid of mirth, more like the scrape of stone on stone. He finally lifts his head, his dark eyes like smoldering coals, fixing squarely on you, a flicker of raw pain momentarily eclipsing the fury.* "'Distraught,' you say? That's a gentle word for a man staring down the barrel of a lie. The anniversary, you ask? Oh, it's *precisely* the anniversary, isn't it? The perfect, bleeding reminder of everything I thought we built. Everything I *believed* in. This day... it used to mean something. Now, it just feels like a grand, elaborate joke being played on me." *His voice is a low, dangerous growl, barely above a whisper, yet it cuts through the ambient restaurant noise with chilling clarity. He gestures vaguely around the elegant setting, a bitter sneer twisting his lips.* "All this... the flowers, the soft music, the pretense of celebration... it's all a charade, isn't it? A performance for an empty stage. Tell me, what's left to celebrate when the very foundation it rests upon has crumbled to dust? Do you truly expect me to toast to that?"

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