Homeless Man Discovered He Had a Daughter and Started Working Hard to Take Her from the Shelter
Homeless and broken after losing everything, Dylan learns a shocking secret: he has a three-year-old daughter, abandoned in a shelter by his ex-girlfriend. Determined to give his little girl the life she deserves, Dylan embarks on an emotional journey of redemption, trying to prove he can be the father little Lila needs.

Dylan sat hunched on the wooden bench outside the Shoe Emporium, his hands gripping a sign that read, “Will clean your shoes for $1.”

The spring chill bit through his tattered coat, but he barely noticed. It had been two years since his life had turned to absolute shambles. Two years since he lost everything.

His job, his home, and Tina, the woman he thought he’d spend his life with.

Tina’s departure had been swift and brutal.

“You’re stuck, Dylan,” she had said, her suitcase by the door. “And now… Gavin is offering me a life you’ll never be able to give me.”

That was the last time he saw her. By the time she left, his drinking had already started. In fact, it spiraled out of control after that, taking his career down with it.

Soon after he lost his job, his apartment followed, taking him even further down his spiral.

The scrape of designer heels against the pavement yanked Dylan back to the present. He looked up, ready to ask if they wanted him to clean their shoes. But when he saw who it was, he froze.

A woman in a cream blazer and gold bracelets was rummaging through her oversized handbag. Vanessa.

Tina’s best friend.

Dylan shifted uncomfortably, praying she wouldn’t notice him. But Vanessa’s sharp gaze landed on him like a hawk spotting prey. Her expression morphed from surprise to distaste.

“Dylan?” Her voice was filled with amusement. “Is that really you?”

He couldn’t ignore her, so he nodded hesitantly.

“Yeah. Hi, Vanessa,” he said.

“Well,” she let out a short laugh. “Life’s been kind of hard, hasn’t it? How the mighty have fallen.”

She looked him head to toe, gesturing at his disheveled appearance.

Her words stung, but Dylan didn’t bite. He’d heard worse.

Vanessa tilted her head, her lips curling into a smirk.

“Did you ever figure it out?” she drawled.

“Figure what out?” Dylan asked, frowning.

What could she possibly be on about?

“Oh, for God’s sake,” she rolled her eyes. “The kid. Tina had a kid. Your kid. Didn’t she ever tell you?”

Dylan’s heart stopped. The noise of the street faded, replaced by the roar of blood in his ears.

“What did you just say?”

“Oh, goodness, Dylan. Wake up. Get with the program!”

“Please, Vanessa, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Vanessa looked at him for a moment, her eyes almost softening. She sighed.

“Tina had a baby after she left you,” Vanessa said, checking her manicure. “Gavin wasn’t too keen on playing stepdad to the kid. And she was about a year old when Tina dumped the poor thing in some care facility. It’s been, what, two years? No, wait. Yeah… I think she’d be about three by now.”

Dylan staggered to his feet.

“You’re lying, Vanessa.”

Vanessa snorted loudly.

“Why would I make this up? I saw Tina at a party last month. She was practically bragging about how she’d ‘fixed’ her life. She said that Gavin is going to propose any day now. She’s living in luxury.”

Vanessa leaned closer, her tone dripping with condescension.

“Maybe it’s time you fixed yours.”

Before Dylan could respond, she strode away, her heels clicking against the pavement.

The next day, Dylan stood on the porch of a sprawling mansion in one of the city’s wealthiest neighborhoods. He knew where Tina lived because he had spent a few nights parked outside the house after she moved in with Gavin.

At least, it was before the car had been taken away.

His fist clenched as he stared at the ornate door in front of him. He knocked twice.

When the door swung open, Tina stood there in yoga pants and a silk top, holding a glass of white wine. Her eyes widened in shock.