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 under candlelight, whispering her name—the name of the woman who had let me die.

When he finally learned the truth—that every tear she shed was rehearsed, every promise she made was poison— he destroyed everything.

Her lies. Her wealth. Her family name. His own empire.

But none of it brought me back.