The Love I Don't Deserve

Chapter 5 Walking to My Own Sentencing

Word Count: 689 | Released on: 29/12/2025

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product models, I struggled to concentrate on the creative director's presentation. Numbers kept swirling in my thoughts-forty th

ines blurred, replaced by the image of my boy's pale cheeks and anxious eyes. Even the muffled traffic outside faded, replaced by the phantom rhythm of the hospital's heart m

e with sharp, measuring eyes. His gaze wasn't angry-just uncomfort

hardly noticeable? Was he about to call me out for missing days at work? Would I

me out of my thoughts as the meeting

step made my heart thump louder, mirroring the fear I felt for Leo. When I s

Is everything alright here? Are you unhappy?"

he desperate need for surgery, the endless nights awake, and the impossible forty thousand I needed to save my child. My voice shook here and

could give me a salary advance

n I finished, he stared at the painting on his office wall, le

fore. "But you must understand how things work here. Since you're still on probation, the finance department

or had sla

d known the answer all along. I lowered my head, blinking hard to k

nderstand, Mr. Rogers. But... is there any way you could help me, personally?

g a plea that mixed business with desperation. My cheeks burned, but I refused to l

e mask of professionalism slipping as he studied me. He looked for pretense

on. His shoulders dropped, and the

last, his tone warmer than before.

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“My name is Vivian Nelson, and I am raising my son on my own. Life has knocked me down more times than I can count, yet I still cling to hope because my child is everything to me, even while his illness threatens to take him away. The surgery costs more money than I could ever hope to save, but walking away was never an option. When my world felt like it was closing in, I forced myself to ask my boss, Carlos Rogers, for help. I never expected his answer. He was willing to support me, but his help came with a condition I never imagined. Left with nowhere else to turn, I agreed to Carlos's proposal. I had no idea how I would look my son in the eye later on, but life has never been kind or easy to me, and I have learned that survival often demands painful choices. Luck finally showed me some mercy when the surgery succeeded, and my precious boy slowly began to heal. Carlos carries himself with confidence and authority, while I have always believed I am not worthy of love. Because of that, I assumed our connection would stay strictly professional. He, however, does not see things the same way, and little by little, he finds his way past my defenses and into my heart.”