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My Last Breath, His Eternal Regret
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The night I begged my mafia husband to save me, my body was failing—and his arms were around another woman. Henry Colombo, heir to New York’s most feared mafia dynasty, was the man I had loved all my life. He found me a donor—but at a cruel price. Susan, the woman who had always lingered between us, promised her kidney only if Henry belonged to her. And Henry, blinded by guilt and promises, chose her over me again and again. The night my heart finally gave out on the operating table, he was across the city feeding grapes to another woman. By the time he learned the truth—that every promise, every delay was her trap—it was too late. I was already gone. The ruthless mafia heir who once had everything lost the only woman who ever truly loved him. He went mad with regret. He turned mafia blood money into salvation, building a foundation in my name. “Every life I save,” he told the press, “is because my wife deserved saving.” But no matter how much he begged, I never opened my eyes again. And when death finally came for him, the most feared mafia heir chose to be buried at my side.
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My Last Breath, His Eternal Regret Chapter 16
Henry Colombo POVThe liquor finally dragged me under. For the first time in weeks, darkness claimed me.And then I saw her.Olivia stood in front of me, not pale and broken like on the operating table, but radiant—just as she had been when she was eighteen, cherry blossoms tangled in her hair, eyes bright with life.“Olivia…” My voice cracked. I stumbled toward her, reaching out, terrified she’d vanish. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for everything—for doubting you, for letting Susan stall, for not protecting you. I killed you with my hesitation. It was me. It was always me.”Tears blurred my vision. My knees buckled, and I collapsed before her like a man brought to execution.“Hit me. Hate me. Curse me if you want. Just… don’t leave me again.”She only knelt down, fingertips brushing my cheek. Her touch was warm. It broke me more than her absence ever did.“Henry,” she whispered, the way she used to when we were children, “I never hated you. I only wanted you to choose me. To see me. That was
My Last Breath, His Eternal Regret Chapter 15
Susan’s smile was the kind only a cornered animal could wear—half hysterical, half triumphant.“Yes, I lied. Yes, I stalled. But don’t you see, Colombo? None of it matters now. You think I’m the one who killed Olivia?” Her laughter curdled in the air. “It was you. If you had been decisive, if you’d forced me earlier, I would have been on that table. She’d still be alive. It was your hesitation that killed her, not me. You live with that!”She jabbed a trembling finger toward his chest, spitting venom with every word.“You deserve this. To lose her. To live every day knowing you’re the reason she’s gone. Loving you was her greatest tragedy!”His hand shot out faster than thought, clamping around her wrist. A sickening crack echoed as he twisted just enough to make her scream. Not enough to break bone, but enough to remind her how easily he could.“Take it back.” His voice was a blade.Sweat beaded on her brow, her face contorted in pain, but her grin only widened. “No. Never. If I can
My Last Breath, His Eternal Regret Chapter 14
The silence in the house pressed down like stone. From where I lingered—no longer flesh, only memory—I could see him pacing, waiting, every muscle in his body drawn so tight it looked ready to snap. He had already sent his men out to gather the truth. And deep down, he knew what they would bring back. He had known me my entire life. He knew I would never do the things he once believed.When the report landed in his hands, his jaw locked, the vein in his temple throbbing. The documents told everything in black and white: Susan had staged it all. The kidnapping, the false distress message, the accidents that made me look guilty. A theater of cruelty, designed to break me down piece by piece until I had nothing left.His grip crushed the folder, the papers wrinkling under his fists. “Susan,” he spat, his teeth grinding together. “You played me. You killed her.”He stormed into her hospital room like a hurricane.The instant she saw him, her eyes lit up with a false warmth. “Colombo, you
My Last Breath, His Eternal Regret Chapter 13
I can’t tell if time in the house moves slower than the clock or somehow has no rhythm at all. They brought me home like they might still find a pulse beneath the cold sheet—like if they rearranged the rooms of our life they could put me back where I belonged.He carried me, and his hands trembled as if the weight of the world was lodged in the tips of his fingers. He must have been exhausted—he’d gone almost two days without sleep—but he moved with a kind of terrible, hollow focus, the motions of a man who has traded everything for a single, impossible bargain.They set me gently into the place on the sideboard where, months ago, he had put a vase of flowers I had liked. The house felt absurdly quiet, as if my absence had drained the color from the walls, from the very air. He stood there for a long time, and I watched him from inside the white fold of the sheet. I watched the way his shoulders hunched and relaxed, again and again, like someone trying to hold back the tide.He kept wh
My Last Breath, His Eternal Regret Chapter 12
From the cold drawer, I watched him come apart.He stood over me in the morgue, the man who once ruled boardrooms and back alleys alike, who had traded lives like chips at a poker table. Now Henry Colombo’s shoulders sagged under a weight he had built himself, and his eyes were hollow.I could almost hear his thoughts—they dripped from his lips in a hoarse whisper.“All those gifts… all those dinners… all that patience…” His thumb traced the edge of my hairline. “I thought I was protecting you by protecting her. I thought spoiling Susan was just… repayment. She was supposed to save you. She was supposed to be the one to keep you alive.”He swallowed hard, his knuckles whitening on the edge of the gurney. “I thought you’d understand. I thought you’d forgive me.”But I was beyond forgiving. Beyond anything.Behind him, Susan’s perfume slithered into the cold room. Her voice trembled, but her eyes glinted.“Henry… let her go. She’s gone. You’re punishing yourself for nothing. You still ha
My Last Breath, His Eternal Regret Chapter 11
From the cold drawer, I watched him.Henry Colombo—Don of the Colombo family, feared by rivals across continents—sat hunched like a broken man, his hands trying to warm mine. But I was already gone.“Olivia…” His forehead pressed to my knuckles, his voice raw. “Just once more. Look at me. Punish me, scream at me, anything—just don’t leave me like this.”His tears fell onto my skin, burning with a heat I could no longer feel.And then came Susan’s voice—soft, fragile, calculated.“Henry, let her go. She’s gone. Mourning won’t bring her back. If she loved you, she’d want you to live. You still have me…”He struck her hand away without even looking, but her words lingered.Because that was why he had ever been gentle with her at all. Not love. Guilt.She was supposed to be my donor, my salvation. He believed she was sacrificing for me, so he spoiled her—fed her whims, guarded her, treated her like porcelain. Every kindness he gave her was stolen from me, all in the name of “repayment.”B
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