Epilogue

Scott

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I often grapple with the truth about myself, an internal struggle that gnaws at my conscience.

I'm a bad man, there's no doubt about it.

I do fucked up shit every single day when I step out of our house.

Some people would even call me an animal who only thinks of himself.

But then, Allegra's words echo in my mind, her belief that I'm neither wholly good nor irredeemably bad. I'm somewhere in the middle.

I navigate the murky waters, an enigma that shifts between the realms of darkness and light.

I'm a creature of duality, treading a path that skirts the edges of both shadows and illumination.

Her words, not mine. Only she can say such big words.

Dr. Allegra Mancini—A really beautiful and intelligent woman.

How the fuck did I get so lucky?

But I've got to confess, it hasn't exactly been a stroll through the amusement park either. I mean, who knew that this whole "marriage thing" would require more effort than assembling a thousand-piece jigsaw puzzle?

Especially