All Chapters of My Last Breath, His Eternal Regret: Chapter 11 - Chapter 16

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

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

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