Chapter 7 - Flashbacks Of A Struggling Single Father In Chicago
Standing there in the magnificent cathedral, Jonathan’s mind violently flashed back to a freezing winter night in Chicago. He remembered the damp, drafty walls of the monthly motel room where they used to live on instant ramen.
He remembered holding newborn Maya in his arms while working twenty-hour shifts at a local auto repair shop. Lily, only two years old at the time, used to tug on his greasy jeans asking for bedtime stories.
The temptation of venture capital wealth had whispered promises of a palace, but it cost him his soul. He had traded midnight lullabies for boardroom meetings and toddler hugs for cold, empty penthouse walls.
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When the startup finally went public, his ruthless ambition blinded him to the desperate letters Lily’s mother had sent. He had blocked their numbers, changed his email, and pretended his previous life never existed.
Now, holding them in the middle of a multi-million-dollar wedding, karma had finally come to collect its debt. He realized that without his little girls, his billionaire empire was nothing more than a golden prison.
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