The Don's Regret: Losing His Life Saver

For three years, I was the one scrubbing the scent of blood from his hands and holding him while he screamed in pain. I was the one who taught Coleton Barron how to walk again after the car bomb nearly took his legs.

But the moment he reclaimed his seat as Don, I became invisible.

At his recovery gala, he draped his arm around Charly—the woman who fled when he was crippled—and laughed as he told his inner circle I was "just the hired help."

It didn't stop at insults. When Charly faked a fall, he shoved me aside with enough force to crack my skull against the pool edge.