My Last Breath, His Eternal Regret
I was dying of kidney failure.
Henry Colombo—the ruthless Mafia heir who once swore he’d burn the world to keep me alive—
found me a donor.
But the price… was her.
Susan Miller, the woman who’d always lingered between us,
smiled as she set her terms:
“Be mine for one month. Pretend you love me—and I’ll save her life.”
He agreed.
He said it was just to save me.
But every lie, every kiss, every photo she posted online
was another nail in my coffin.
Each time the surgery drew near,
she invented a new delay—a fever, a nightmare, a tender bruise.
And Henry believed her.
He always believed her.
The night my heart flatlined on the operating table,
he was across the city, feeding her grapes und