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The heavy mahogany doors of the penthouse master suite seemed to hum with the tension vibrating between Vincent and Sloan. / Chapter 7 / 30

Chapter 7 - The Shadow of the Past

By 6:30 PM, Vincent was back in the penthouse. The adrenaline of the corporate takedown had faded, leaving behind the quiet, heavy atmosphere of a home that was still trying to figure out what it was supposed to be.

He found Sloan sitting in the living room, nursing a sleeping Willa under the soft glow of a floor lamp. The city lights outside twinkled like a million distant diamonds.

Vincent walked over quietly, kneeling beside her chair. He didn't say a word about the arrest, the board meeting, or the victory. He simply reached out, his large hand resting gently on Sloan’s knee.

“It’s over,” Vincent whispered. “Arthur is in federal custody. Mother’s voting shares have been frozen pending a federal ethics probe into her collusion.”

Sloan looked down at him, her dark eyes searching his face. There was no triumph in her expression—only a deep, weary caution.

“You destroyed your mother’s standing in the financial world, Vincent,” she said softly. “She’ll never forgive you.”

“She stopped being a mother the day she decided to treat my family like a corporate liability,” Vincent replied, his voice unwavering.

Sloan shifted slightly, adjusting Willa against her shoulder. “You know... destroying your enemies in a boardroom doesn't fix what broke between us, Vincent.”

“I know.”

“You still haven't explained why you walked away six months ago without looking back.”

Vincent went still. The air between them grew thick, heavy with the unsaid ghosts of their past.

“I walked away because I was terrified, Sloan,” Vincent confessed, the confession tearing out of him like jagged glass. “I grew up in a house where my father worked himself into an early grave trying to prove he was worth something. I swore I’d never become him. When our marriage started to fray, when the board pressure mounted, I thought if I didn't cut ties completely, I would drag you down with me into that same cold, empty obsession.”

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Sloan stared at him, her breath hitching. “So you punished us both to save yourself from failing?”

“Yes,” Vincent whispered, his voice cracking. “It was the most cowardly thing I’ve ever done in my life.”

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