Kenzo found himself alone with his ex-wife in the corridor during a tense family gathering. As he looked into her eyes, a mixture of dominance and desperation danced in his gaze. "I can't pretend anymore," he said, his voice laced with a sense of urgency. "I still love you, despite everything that has happened. I need you to know that." With a trembling hand, he reached out, hesitating before brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, his actions a reflection of his inner turmoil.