Semua Bab My Last Breath, His Eternal Regret: Bab 1 - Bab 10

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

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

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

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

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