The Don's Regret: She Saved His Life

a numbing, frigid embrace, far kin

eaming for oxygen, but my mi

old myself. *

the surfac

reaking the surface into the biting night air with a violent s

nt

his forehead in dark, chaotic strands. He dragged me onto t

?" he roared, looming ove

violently as I tried to expel

eks bruisingly hard. "You don't get to die. Not until I s

e, a scream p

te!

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alarm shrieking a high-pitched warning that water had

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s no hes

nds va

into the mud withou

toward her. He scooped her up in his arms, cradling her as if sh

ast me. He didn'

o save the liar, while the woman who ac

. They had dried me off and changed my battery pa

ooked dry, composed,

id, his voice level. "Beca

roat feeling like it was fu

he sai

roat. He didn't squeeze hard enough to kill, just enough to remin

said. "You tried to take away my t

s leaking from my eyes and tracking i

ng over my ear. "Sofia is traumatized. She needs

blood draining fr

g to arrange it. The flowers, the ring delivery, the spe

, plea

roat until spots danced in my vision. "Or I will

f my soul snapped with an

hispered. "

cold disgust. "Good. You have

eave. At the d

and E

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ers are white roses

alke

rushed back into the roo

e ro

te flower. He knew

em to bury me while

the bedside table. My hand tr

earest S

writing my