Who Am I?Igor PovThe morning light shines through the high windows of the mansion, brightening the house. I stand at the glass, a cup of untouched coffee in my hand, and stare at the perfect lawn. The world outside is as meticulously ordered as the one I've built. The wealth, the status, the power, it’s all a perfectly constructed life.A sigh escapes me, a hollow sound that seems to get swallowed by the quiet space. I should feel something. Contentment, satisfaction, a sense of accomplishment. But all I feel is a gnawing emptiness. The memory of that night returns, a vivid, jarring color. A club, a boy, a moment of reckless, unthinking abandon. It was raw, honest, and utterly real. For the first time in what feels like a lifetime, I felt something. The shame is a cold wave, crashing over me. A married man. For heaven's sake, I'm a man who has built a life on discipline and control, and I threw it all away for a stranger in a dark room.“Darling,” a voice, as cool as the floors, ca
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