In 1997 She Had Septuplets, Then Her Husband Left Her, See How They Look 26 years Later

Vincent had always believed that life was meant to be devoured, not measured. At 49, he still lived like a man with nothing to lose. The sun, the music, the late-night haze of Ibiza wrapped around him like an old friend. He waited tables by day and danced by moonlight.

Rules had never meant much to him. Settling down, paying a mortgage, raising children—those were cages other people built for themselves. Vincent had floated through cities, countries, decades, on a cloud of parties and powdered nights. He wore his freedom like a badge. But lately, it had begun to fray.