All Chapters of My Last Breath, His Eternal Regret: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

10 Chapters

Chapter 1

The antiseptic burned my nose when I woke for the third time. Dr. Brown stood at the foot of my bed, face set in stone. “Miss Smith, the dialysis is failing. Without a transplant, you don’t have much time.”“How much?” My voice cracked.He hesitated, the kind of silence that tastes like metal. “Three days. Maybe shorter.”I nodded, numb, and reached for my phone. I called Henry Colombo once. Twice. Three times. Voicemail.A notification lit my screen. Instagram.Susan’s story blinked up at me: two hands intertwined, her glossy nails resting on the watch I’d given Henry for his birthday. The caption read:After years of waiting, my dream finally came true. My chest twisted. My thumb slipped. I double-tapped. Liked.Almost instantly, my phone buzzed.“Olivia—listen,” Henry’s voice was raw. “It’s not what you think. She said if I stay with her for a month, she’ll donate. I’m doing this to save you. Just… hold on.”Everyone knew our story.Henry Colombo—the heir to one of the city’s most

Chapter 2

In bedroom，I opened my eyes. Silent tears streamed down my face.Dragging a dust-covered box from the back of the closet, I sat on the floor all night sorting through what remained of us—Movie tickets from our first date. The trinkets he had given me. Photographs from our travels.By dawn, I lit a brazier in the courtyard. The fire crackled like a clock counting down, each spark another second of my twenty days left.“What are you doing?!”Susan appeared suddenly, eyes wide as she spotted the flames. She shoved me hard. The brazier tipped, burning coals scattering across the ground. One landed on my arm with a searing hiss.“Ah!” I gasped, clutching the red welt blistering on my skin.“Those are my things, aren’t they?!” she accused, her voice shrill with triumph.“You don’t want me here, just say it! Why burn my things?”“What’s happening?” Henry’s voice thundered down the hall. He rushed in—only to shield Susan behind him first. “Are you hurt?”“Henry,” Susan whimpered, eyes glisten

Chapter 3

The studio smelled faintly of dust and old chemicals. The photographer smiled awkwardly. “Passport photo? ID?”“Final portrait,” I said evenly.His hand shook. The camera almost slipped.While I waited for the prints, laughter drifted in from the doorway. Susan, hand hooked possessively through Henry Colombo’s arm, stepped inside. She froze when she saw me.“What photo are you taking, Olivia?” Her voice was sugar with an edge.“ID,” I said, slipping the photo envelope into my bag. “What about you?”Susan leaned into his shoulder. “Couple portraits, of course. We already did a session, just came to pick them up.”“Just humoring her,” Henry explained, glancing at me. His voice softened. “When you’re better, I’ll take you anywhere you want to shoot.”Staff ushered them to the back. I was about to leave when Susan tugged my arm. “Come help us choose!”Before I could refuse, she pulled me to the monitor.The screen filled with image after image:Henry holding her hand, eyes filled with te

Chapter 4

That evening, I was only one day away from death.I had gone out for dinner—a farewell meal.The riverside restaurant shimmered with city lights, crystal glasses chiming like fragile hearts.By the window, Henry sat across from Susan, cutting her steak with careful precision—the kind of tenderness that once belonged only to me.A bitter laugh rose in my throat. So this was the man who had just sworn eternity at my bedside.“Olivia?”Susan spotted me, her eyes lighting up with mock surprise. She waved as if greeting an old friend. “What a coincidence! Come sit with us.”“No need.” My smile was polite, my voice steady. “Enjoy your date.”Henry pushed back his chair instantly, striding toward me. “Don’t misunderstand. This is just part of the agreement. Once we’re done, I’ll take you home.”“Go back,” I replied evenly. “Don’t worry about me.”My meal arrived, untouched. Against my will, my eyes drifted back to them.He slid a velvet box across the table. Susan gasped as she opened it, rev

Chapter 5

I wasn’t breathing anymore. My lips had gone cold, pale, the color drained from me until I looked like a porcelain doll someone had left behind.Nina asked the doctors to keep my body in the morgue.Following the voice message I’d left her, she didn’t make many arrangements—she just quietly walked away.The cold swallowed me whole. Darkness closed in. Yet somehow, I could still see. Still hear.Across the city, thunder cracked open the night. Susan whimpered into his chest, her body trembling prettily.“Don’t be afraid,” he soothed, his large hand patting her back. “I’m here. Nothing will touch you.”I saw her face in the shadows he couldn’t. The fear was an act, her lips curving ever so slightly.And still, he stroked her hair, murmuring comfort, even as a flicker of unease tugged at his chest. He pressed it down, convincing himself: Tomorrow. Tomorrow I’ll bring her to Olivia. Everything will be fine.But tomorrow would never come.The night stretched long. He sat by her bed, her fin

Chapter 6

The doctor’s words hit him like a gunshot.I could see it—the way Henry Colombo’s pupils constricted, his lips trembling as if he’d been struck deaf.“No,” he rasped, shaking his head violently. “No, that’s impossible. She was fine yesterday. She was strong. How can someone die just because of one missed day? You’re lying. You’re all lying.”His hands shot out, fisting the doctor’s collar, dragging him close like he’d drag an enemy into an interrogation room. “Tell me where she is. Tell me where you’re hiding her. This is a punishment, isn’t it? For last night? You’re helping her play me?”The doctor wheezed, clawing at his grip. “Mr. Colombo—let me go! We all witnessed it. Time of death was recorded. If you don’t believe me, go to the mortuary. See her yourself.”The words finally broke through. Slowly, his fingers uncurled, falling limp at his sides.I wanted to reach for him then. To tell him it was true. But all I could do was watch, unseen, as despair hollowed him out from the ins

Chapter 7

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

Chapter 8

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 have me. We can start over. She wouldn’t want you

Chapter 9

When Henry saw the message Susan had sent me before I died—her taunting, venomous words—rage consumed him.He stormed to her hospital room, fury burning through every step.“Why?” His voice was sharp, shaking. “You never meant to donate, did you? You played with me—played with her! Because of your games, she missed her last chance to live!”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 han

Chapter 10

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

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