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The Price of His Bitter Regret

The Price of His Bitter Regret

Author: Lively
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Chapter 1 

Word Count: 1123    |    Released on: 19/12/2025

e and cast me out. Now, I was a cocktail waitress with terminal

my knees on the cold club floor to b

He fired me on the spot, withheld my final paycheck, and swore I'd never wor

with a cold fire I once thought wa

re if you d

licker of hope died. He had taken my name, my heal

to see for five years-about the stolen watch, the

dn't live with dignity, I would let my

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t out into a world I wasn't built for. Tonight, the cold, smooth marble of the club floor

my eyes remained fixed on the entrance.

powerful and consuming. He was everything I once had, everything I lost. The CEO of

o his arm. Her smile was practiced, her eyes cold. She lo

s to people who wouldn' t spare me a second glance. My uniform felt thin,

to. We hadn't truly spoken since that day, ju

tight. A man, red-faced and re

," he slurred. "D

game. It was nightly entertainment

Do it, and I'll give you this." He fanned out a wad of hundr

The final payment for my u

f my dress, thin and worn, offered no comfort. A shiver ran through me, not from the cold,

med me, their entertainment. I saw myself, a spectacl

and respected, not gawked at like a circus act. Now, thi

ad to survive this, even if survival meant selling pieces of my soul

y throat was raw. I forced a sound, a broken, hollow yelp. It wa

robbed. My

ise. "What the hell are you doing?" Declan. His v

a mask. He couldn't und

" I said, my voice

contorted his features. He

ave to finish the trick?" I

n us. The silence was heavier than an

darling, look at her. How pathetic. Playing the victim again." Her w

incentive? Something truly humiliating. For old times' sake." She nod

he stack. That was eno

comply. My knees scr

his face etched with worry. Mr. Henderson, the

f. A silent threat, understood. Henderson

his chin, a curt comm

es once more. I glanced at Declan. His face was tight, a st

attling the glasses. "Enough!" His voice cr

digging into my arm. The pa

this?" he demande

ey," I repeated

m the table. He shoved me back, the force se

with a cold fire I once thought reserved for

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The Price of His Bitter Regret
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“Five years ago, my brother Declan stripped me of our family name and cast me out. Now, I was a cocktail waitress with terminal cancer, desperately trying to save enough money for my own urn. To make the final payment, I got on my knees on the cold club floor to bark like a dog for a drunk man's cash. My brother saw it all. But instead of helping, his face twisted in disgust. He fired me on the spot, withheld my final paycheck, and swore I'd never work in this city again, stealing my last chance to die with a shred of dignity. He grabbed my arm, his eyes burning with a cold fire I once thought was reserved for his business rivals. "I don't care if you die," he spat. And in that moment, I knew he meant it. The last flicker of hope died. He had taken my name, my health, and my future. Now, he had even taken my death. So I wrote a letter, revealing the truth he refused to see for five years-about the stolen watch, the woman who framed me, and the cancer eating me alive. Then, I walked to the river. If I couldn't live with dignity, I would let my death be the final, undeniable truth.”
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