Chapter 15 - The Fallen Man
One year later.
On a rainy Tuesday afternoon, Vincent sat inside a cramped, dim basement apartment on the outer edges of the city.
His suit had been replaced by a faded hoodie. His dark wavy hair was messy and unkempt, his face covered in rough stubble. Unable to find a job in high finance due to his revoked licenses, he was working night shifts as an entry-level data entry clerk.
His laptop lay open on the small kitchen table. On the screen was a social media post from a national design magazine.
The headline read: SABRINA VANCE NAMED DESIGNER OF THE YEAR; CREATES SANCTUARY HOMES FOR SINGLE MOTHERS.
The article featured a full-page photo of Sabrina holding a healthy, smiling toddler on the sunlit porch of their beautiful home. She looked breathtaking, happy, and completely fulfilled.
Vincent stared at the photo for a long time. A heavy tear rolled down his cheek, dropping onto his cold coffee cup.
He pulled out a small, crumpled piece of paper from his pocket—the original hotel receipt Sabrina had thrown in his face that fateful morning. He smoothed it out on the table, reading the timestamp over and over again.
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He had traded a life of true love, a beautiful home, and his own flesh and blood for one night in a hotel room.
👉 Read PART 16 to see the heartwarming final moment between Sabrina and her son!
