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Regretful Don: The Queen You Threw Away

Chapter 3

Word Count: 775 | Released on: 10/06/2026

linds, casting long, slanted shadows a

led down my black canvas go-bag, tossed

ok the es

k stacks of untraceable currency, and

designer dresses Dante had boug

en the sound of a key turning in the heavy lock

Dante walked i

om the banquet, its fabric now deeply

hed roses clung to his clothes a

's signatu

my fingers diggi

s claimed he de

t the scent of my expensive collection that I

rs smelling of nothing but uns

s soak into the very collar of his shirt. That small, specific knowledge fel

oorway when he saw th

ht, offering a rare

he muttered, his gaze fixed on a point just

e years he had bothered to of

ing to our silent, syn

d not

his gaze dropping

for a syndicate

ssing my tongue to the roof of my mo

a visible br

he rigid tension leavi

uick glance at his luxury watch. "I am just gra

king, I smoothed out the sweat

rig

d to formally sever our

ye and end our eight-year relatio

lled that fina

ante walked briskly to

erged holding a small

m the hook by the front door and r

door slammed s

he impact ratt

on the back of that door for ei

th a brittle crack, shatteri

the bedroom and stared

r very first Family i

tightly clasped together; his knuckles were br

ley that night, swearing a blood oath to always protect me

his protégée, those sacr

e rhythmic, hollow ticking of the wa

for a long time, feelin

bed a broom, and meticulously swe

and picked up

smiling girl I used to be, and th

oment, the shattered glass glinting like

ed I felt no

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Regretful Don: The Queen You Threw Away

Yan Shui Mafia

“I was the Gold-Tier Fixer of the syndicate, promised to the lethal Underboss, Dante. We had bled on the same battlefields to conquer the eastern seaboard. But ever since he took in his new mentee, Mia, I became invisible. For three years, he canceled our Mafia Blood Oath seventeen different times to be by her side. On our third engagement anniversary, he rushed home at noon not to see me, but to grab a bespoke diamond necklace for Mia's birthday. When he finally returned late at night, he tossed a cheap, last-minute duplicate purse on my table. "I need you to step down from your position as Gold-Tier Fixer and give the title to Mia," he said, his voice laced with absolute entitlement. "Let her have it." Before I could even respond, Mia called about a minor security issue, and he immediately headed for the door, swearing we would finally take our vows the next morning. I stared at the two identical bags sitting untouched in my closet, realizing every gift he ever gave me was thoughtless garbage compared to the treasures he showered on her. I had spent eight years smelling of unscented soap just to please him, yet he let the heavy scent of Mia's roses soak right into his collar. I was a fool squandering my talents on a man who had already buried our vows. The next morning, I didn't go to the sanctuary. I dropped my resignation papers on the Capo's desk, permanently blocked Dante's number, and boarded a one-way flight to Paris. This time, I chose to build an empire for myself.”