My Last Breath, His Eternal Regret
The night I begged my mafia husband to save me, my body was failing—and his arms were around another woman.
Henry Colombo, heir to New York’s most feared mafia dynasty, was the man I had loved all my life. He found me a donor—but at a cruel price.
Susan, the woman who had always lingered between us, promised her kidney only if Henry belonged to her. And Henry, blinded by guilt and promises, chose her over me again and again.
The night my heart finally gave out on the operating table, he was across the city feeding grapes to another woman.
By the time he learned the truth—that every promise, every delay was her trap—it was too late.
I was already gone.
The ruthless mafia heir who once had everything lost the only woman who ever truly loved him. He went mad with regret.
He turned mafia blood money into salvation, building a foundation in my name. “Every life I save,” he told the press, “is because my wife deserved saving.”
But no matter how much he begged, I never opened my eyes again.
And when death finally came for him, the most feared mafia heir chose to be buried at my side.