The Price of His Bitter Regret
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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