My ex, believing she's alone, takes center stage on her webcam, her body writhing in the soft glow of her bedroom. She's a symphony of pleasure, her hands exploring every curve, her breath hitching as she teases her nipples to hard peaks. She's a voyeur's dream, her every move a dance of seduction, her every gasp a whisper of her impending release. It's a performance I never knew I was part of, a secret gift from my past.