My Suicide, His Insane Regret

Summary

Five years after my brother threw me out, our paths crossed in the velvet darkness of a nightclub.

He was the VIP client, dropping a fortune to celebrate his precious Stella's birthday.

I was one of the atmosphere girls, paid to pour drinks and keep the party going.

We didn't exchange a single word the entire night.

Not until I’d downed two straight bottles of brandy for a five-hundred-dollar tip.

As he stared at my ghost-white face, his lips thinned and his voice was a whip of ice.

"You'd rather do this... degrading work than come home and apologize?"