"Excuse me," he said, flashing the charming smile he used for strangers. "I don’t believe we’ve met. I’m Julian."

"We’ve met, Julian," she said, her voice smooth and steady. "For ten years, actually. You just never bothered to look."

For ten years, Elena had been a ghost in her own home. To her ex-husband, Julian, she was a piece of furniture—reliable, silent, and entirely overlooked. He’d look right through her at dinner, his eyes fixed on his phone or the glowing television, only speaking when he needed the laundry done or his ego stroked.

And for Elena, it was the first time his attention didn't matter at all.

Six months later, the city’s most anticipated gala was in full swing. Julian was there, of course, leaning against the bar and nursing a scotch, scanning the room for someone "important" to talk to.

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Julian felt a familiar pull in his chest—a need to be near that kind of magnetism. He watched as the city’s elite gravitated toward her like moths to a flame. The mayor shook her hand; the lead curator of the National Gallery leaned in to hear her speak. She was the sun, and the entire room was suddenly in orbit.