💔🔥 PART 2: THE SON HE NEVER KNEW EXISTED

The little boy looked up at Vincent with innocent, curious eyes.

“Mommy, why is that man staring at us?”

Anna immediately pulled him closer, shielding him behind her.

“It’s nothing, sweetheart. Stay beside me.”

But Vincent couldn’t move.

The boy had his dark eyes, the same sharp little nose, and a tiny dimple on his left cheek—the exact dimple Vincent had seen in his own childhood pH๏τographs.

“How old is he?” Vincent whispered.

Anna’s expression turned cold.

“That’s none of your business.”

Vincent swallowed hard.

“Anna… is he mine?”

Before she could answer, the boy tilted his head.

“Mommy, you said Daddy was in heaven.”

The words struck Vincent harder than any bullet.

He dropped to one knee, staring at the child.

“What’s your name, little man?”

“Leo,” the boy replied proudly. “I’m three!”

Three years.

Three years since the explosion. Three years since Vincent had buried two empty coffins and convinced himself that his greatest mistake had cost him everything.

His eyes filled with tears.

“Anna, you were pregnant when the plane exploded. You survived?”

Anna let out a bitter laugh.

“Survived? Is that what you call it?”

She looked straight into his eyes.

“I spent months in a hospital, Vincent. I woke up with broken bones, no memory of how I had escaped the wreckage, and no husband beside me. When I finally remembered everything, I called you.”

Vincent’s face drained of color.

“I never received a call.”

“I called your private number. Your office. Your security team. I sent messages to your estate.”

She paused, her voice trembling.

“Every single attempt was ignored.”

“That is impossible!”

“Is it?” Anna asked. “You were busy mourning me with Sophia standing beside you.”

Vincent shook his head desperately.

“I thought you were ᴅᴇᴀᴅ!”

“And I thought my husband would come back for me.”

Silence fell between them.

Then a small voice interrupted.

“Mommy, are you sad?”

Anna knelt and kissed Leo’s forehead.

“No, baby. I’m okay.”

But Vincent noticed the way her hands trembled.

He had caused that pain.

And for the first time in three years, the most feared man in Chicago had absolutely no idea how to fix what he had broken.

Suddenly, Sophia appeared behind him.

“Vincent, we need to leave. Everyone is watching.”

Anna’s eyes shifted toward her.

“Of course. You must be exhausted from playing the grieving widow’s best friend.”

Sophia stiffened.

“Anna, I didn’t know you were alive.”

“Yet you were perfectly comfortable taking my place.”

“That’s enough!” Vincent snapped, turning toward Sophia. “Not another word.”

Sophia stared at him in disbelief.

He had defended her against Anna countless times.

Now, for the first time, he had chosen to silence Sophia instead.

But she wasn’t finished.

As Vincent reached toward Leo, the little boy suddenly stepped backward.

“Don’t touch me!”

Vincent froze.

Leo clutched Anna’s dress.

“Mommy, I don’t like him. He’s the man from your bad dreams.”

Every person standing nearby fell silent.

Vincent looked at Anna.

“You dreamed about me?”

Anna’s eyes glistened, but her voice remained steady.

“Sometimes, after the explosion, I woke up screaming your name. I kept remembering the moment you let go of my hand.”

She took Leo’s hand.

“Eventually, I stopped waiting for you to come back.”

Then she turned to leave.

Vincent rose quickly.

“Anna, please. Give me five minutes. Let me explain.”

She didn’t look back.

“You had three years to explain, Vincent. You simply didn’t know I was still alive.”

She walked away with their son.

And Vincent stood motionless as the two people he had lost disappeared through the ballroom doors.

But just as Anna reached the exit, a waiter hurried toward her and slipped a folded note into her hand.

She opened it.

Five words were written inside.

ASK VINCENT WHO CUT THE FUEL LINE.

Anna’s blood ran cold.

She slowly turned toward the ballroom.

Across the room, Sophia was watching her.

And when their eyes met, Sophia smiled.

Not a nervous smile.

Not a surprised smile.

A smile that said she knew exactly what the note meant.

Anna’s fingers тιԍнтened around the paper.

The plane hadn’t simply failed.

Someone had wanted her ᴅᴇᴀᴅ.

And if Vincent had truly known nothing about it, then the question that terrified her most was no longer whether she could forgive him.

It was whether the man she had once loved had unknowingly helped someone destroy her life.

Because at that very moment, Vincent’s phone vibrated.

An unknown number had sent him a pH๏τograph of Anna and Leo leaving the gala.

Beneath it was a chilling message:

“You should have let them burn. Now finish what you started—or your son dies next.”

Vincent’s expression transformed.

The grieving husband was gone.

The ruthless mafia boss had returned.

And whoever had targeted his family had just made the biggest mistake of their life.

To be continued… 🔥💔