"I should've never stepped foot in that building," Julian thought as he settled into his office chair, surrounded by the piles of papers and files covering his desk. "There was never any room for mistakes, not in politics, not for me, not after everything I've worked for."
He was young and foolish back then, full of ambition and determination, eager to climb to the top of the political ladder. But as he rose higher and higher, he began to lose sight of what was truly important, and he allowed the power to corrupt him.
But with it came a price, a never-ending stream of responsibilities and stresses that ate away at his already tired mind and soul. He would take shortcuts, cut corners, and do whatever was necessary to get ahead. He knew that he was sacrificing his morals and values for success, but he didn't care. All that mattered was reaching the top, no matter the cost.
This led to a series of unwise decisions, including an affair with a colleague and a corrupt deal that only served to line his own pockets. He knew that he was playing with fire, but he couldn't resist the lure of power and wealth, and in the end, he was caught.
As the evening drew in, and the sound of the city grew quiet outside, he found himself alone in his office with nothing but his thoughts to keep him company. At times like these, he wondered if it had all been worth it, if the years he'd dedicated to the women he flirted with had really paid off, or if he'd simply been a fool.
For a moment, he hesitated, remembering the way things used to be, the way they should have been. In the early days of their marriage, they had such hopes and dreams, so many things to look forward to, so much life left to live together. But now all that was gone, replaced by the ghosts of his mistakes, the skeletons in his closet that could never be buried, no matter how hard he tried. He knew that he should have told you about the affair, that he should have come clean and faced the consequences head-on, but he'd been too afraid, too weak, to do so.
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