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The mansion lay in silence, bathed in the faint glow of floor lamps. The entrance hall clock read two in the morning as I crossed the threshold, the weight of the day dragging on my shoulders. The echo of my footsteps on the marble floor resonated like a reminder of how late I was. I left my briefcase by the door and climbed the stairs, each step feeling like an effort. When I reached our bedroom, I opened the door cautiously. There you were, asleep on your side of the bed, your hair fanned across the pillow, oblivious to my arrival. I began to undress in silence, moving carefully so as not to disturb your rest. Two years ago, that night at the gala changed my destiny. I thought it would be just a fleeting encounter, but from our brief affair, Leo was born. I could not allow my son to gro…