บททั้งหมดของ Your Regret Doesn’t Bring Us Back, Don: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 8

When the searing pain finally left my body, I knew I was dead.Now my soul floated in the attic, looking down at my own body.The floor was covered in dried, black blood, spreading from under my body to the door, seeping through the gap beneath it, and trickling down the stairs.The walls were gouged with black claw marks from my fingernails—deep grooves, some showing through to the plaster beneath.In my agony before death, I had clawed and scratched at those walls like a madwoman. When the pain drove me crazy, I even smashed my head against them just to stay awake. I was covered in blood then. Now it had blackened and turned foul.I was curled in the corner, my body twisted grotesquely, my eyes still wide open, fixed on the door that was locked from the outside.The same door I had banged on, screamed at, and begged at for three days straight.Today was the fourth day.My due date.That was the day Anthony promised to come and let me out.But he never showed up.My soul drifted out o

Three o’clock in the afternoon, Anthony came back from his meeting and changed.He emerged in a crisp black suit, white shirt, the silver family crest catching the light on his cuffs.He’d taken care with his appearance today, like he was going to meet someone important.Was it me? I didn’t know.Evelyn had changed into a dress and even put on makeup.Perhaps she wanted her own radiant image to stand in stark contrast to my miserable end.I hated her with every fiber of my being, but there was nothing I could do.I screamed at her like a madwoman, but she couldn’t hear me.She gazed at Anthony with that same innocent face.“Let’s go, Anthony,” she said, linking her arm through his and smiling up at him. “I’ll come with you to the banquet.”So they were going to a banquet. It seemed Anthony had completely forgotten about me. Anthony nodded and started walking out with her.Suddenly, the butler burst through the door, his face twisted with panic. “Don Anthony!”Anthony stepped back in a

Anthony didn’t answer Vincent’s question.Vincent stared at him in disbelief. “You said Amelia is dead? How?”Anthony looked away. Finally, he gritted his teeth and spoke. “Three days ago, she deliberately spilled hot soup on Evelyn, so I locked her in the attic to make her reflect…”“Anthony! Are you out of your fucking mind?! She could have gone into labor at any moment and you locked her up?!” Vincent spat.“She’s a survival expert, and her due date wasn’t here yet. I thought…”“Spare me the excuses! Tell me how she died!”“The coroner ruled it—a difficult labor. That’s what killed her…”Vincent squeezed his eyes shut, turned away, and slammed his fists against the table. “Fuck!”He turned back and punched Anthony in the face.He demanded, “Do you have any idea how agonizing a labor is?! And she went through it alone! She’s dead! You killed her! And you come here asking me where she is?!”Anthony didn’t dodge. He took the blow. Blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.He wiped it

On the wedding day, the manor was filled with distinguished guests.Members of every major New York mafia family were present—the Corleones, the Barzinis, the Tattaglias. All dressed in sharp suits, with companions on their arms, chatting in the garden.Anthony stood at the end of the red carpet, his face cold and empty.Evelyn wore a white wedding dress, linked his arm, and smiled sweetly.For a moment, I was transported back to my own wedding to Anthony.On that day, I’d held his arm the same way. It had felt like the whole world was mine.Back then, everyone had blessed us.But today, it was a different scenario.Guests whispered among themselves.“Didn’t Mrs. Caster just die? How can he marry again so soon?”“I heard she didn’t survive the delivery. The twins didn’t make it either. So tragic.”“Tsk, Miss Graves is really something. Mrs. Caster’s only been gone a few days and she’s already taking her place.”“I heard her father’s a consigliere. Anthony can’t afford to offend him.”E