The woman, suffering from labor pains, called her husband. He, holding his mistress in one hand and the telephone in the other, replied coldly: “If it’s a girl, I don’t want to raise her; she’ll only be a burden on the house… Go live with your parents!” Then he clammed up.

The window is ridiculous.

The SUV was wrecked.

Jason remained on the sidewalk, clutching only the travel bag he had brought to Aspen. Brittany’s number went straight to voicemail when she tried to call. Investors, alerted by the legal transfer of ownership, began requesting urgent meetings. Her position in the company—once secure—was now uncertain.

In less than twenty-four hours, the man who thought himself invincible was sitting with nothing.

He had rejected a girl whom he described as a disappointment.

And finally, he realized that he was the only real loser in the story.

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