Don's Regret Came Too Late
36 Episodes
Episode 11
Five months after Dominic's brother was killed, his widowed sister-in-law Vivienne was pregnant with his child. She posted a photo on social media: "Thank you for the sperm." And when I confronted him about it, that ice-cold Don answered with the back of his hand across my face. "Keep it down. Don't disturb her." When I refused to wash her feet, he kicked me to the floor. He didn't know — that kick killed our child. It wasn't until a year later that he held up the abortion consent form, his eyes rimming red: "We had a baby. Why didn't you tell me?" I just smiled. "Have you forgotten, Don? You killed your only heir." His face went pale.
Episode 12
Five months after Dominic's brother was killed, his widowed sister-in-law Vivienne was pregnant with his child. She posted a photo on social media: "Thank you for the sperm." And when I confronted him about it, that ice-cold Don answered with the back of his hand across my face. "Keep it down. Don't disturb her." When I refused to wash her feet, he kicked me to the floor. He didn't know — that kick killed our child. It wasn't until a year later that he held up the abortion consent form, his eyes rimming red: "We had a baby. Why didn't you tell me?" I just smiled. "Have you forgotten, Don? You killed your only heir." His face went pale.
Episode 13
Five months after Dominic's brother was killed, his widowed sister-in-law Vivienne was pregnant with his child. She posted a photo on social media: "Thank you for the sperm." And when I confronted him about it, that ice-cold Don answered with the back of his hand across my face. "Keep it down. Don't disturb her." When I refused to wash her feet, he kicked me to the floor. He didn't know — that kick killed our child. It wasn't until a year later that he held up the abortion consent form, his eyes rimming red: "We had a baby. Why didn't you tell me?" I just smiled. "Have you forgotten, Don? You killed your only heir." His face went pale.
Episode 14
Five months after Dominic's brother was killed, his widowed sister-in-law Vivienne was pregnant with his child. She posted a photo on social media: "Thank you for the sperm." And when I confronted him about it, that ice-cold Don answered with the back of his hand across my face. "Keep it down. Don't disturb her." When I refused to wash her feet, he kicked me to the floor. He didn't know — that kick killed our child. It wasn't until a year later that he held up the abortion consent form, his eyes rimming red: "We had a baby. Why didn't you tell me?" I just smiled. "Have you forgotten, Don? You killed your only heir." His face went pale.
Episode 15
Five months after Dominic's brother was killed, his widowed sister-in-law Vivienne was pregnant with his child. She posted a photo on social media: "Thank you for the sperm." And when I confronted him about it, that ice-cold Don answered with the back of his hand across my face. "Keep it down. Don't disturb her." When I refused to wash her feet, he kicked me to the floor. He didn't know — that kick killed our child. It wasn't until a year later that he held up the abortion consent form, his eyes rimming red: "We had a baby. Why didn't you tell me?" I just smiled. "Have you forgotten, Don? You killed your only heir." His face went pale.
Episode 16
Five months after Dominic's brother was killed, his widowed sister-in-law Vivienne was pregnant with his child. She posted a photo on social media: "Thank you for the sperm." And when I confronted him about it, that ice-cold Don answered with the back of his hand across my face. "Keep it down. Don't disturb her." When I refused to wash her feet, he kicked me to the floor. He didn't know — that kick killed our child. It wasn't until a year later that he held up the abortion consent form, his eyes rimming red: "We had a baby. Why didn't you tell me?" I just smiled. "Have you forgotten, Don? You killed your only heir." His face went pale.
Episode 17
Five months after Dominic's brother was killed, his widowed sister-in-law Vivienne was pregnant with his child. She posted a photo on social media: "Thank you for the sperm." And when I confronted him about it, that ice-cold Don answered with the back of his hand across my face. "Keep it down. Don't disturb her." When I refused to wash her feet, he kicked me to the floor. He didn't know — that kick killed our child. It wasn't until a year later that he held up the abortion consent form, his eyes rimming red: "We had a baby. Why didn't you tell me?" I just smiled. "Have you forgotten, Don? You killed your only heir." His face went pale.
Episode 18
Five months after Dominic's brother was killed, his widowed sister-in-law Vivienne was pregnant with his child. She posted a photo on social media: "Thank you for the sperm." And when I confronted him about it, that ice-cold Don answered with the back of his hand across my face. "Keep it down. Don't disturb her." When I refused to wash her feet, he kicked me to the floor. He didn't know — that kick killed our child. It wasn't until a year later that he held up the abortion consent form, his eyes rimming red: "We had a baby. Why didn't you tell me?" I just smiled. "Have you forgotten, Don? You killed your only heir." His face went pale.
Episode 19
Five months after Dominic's brother was killed, his widowed sister-in-law Vivienne was pregnant with his child. She posted a photo on social media: "Thank you for the sperm." And when I confronted him about it, that ice-cold Don answered with the back of his hand across my face. "Keep it down. Don't disturb her." When I refused to wash her feet, he kicked me to the floor. He didn't know — that kick killed our child. It wasn't until a year later that he held up the abortion consent form, his eyes rimming red: "We had a baby. Why didn't you tell me?" I just smiled. "Have you forgotten, Don? You killed your only heir." His face went pale.
Episode 20
Five months after Dominic's brother was killed, his widowed sister-in-law Vivienne was pregnant with his child. She posted a photo on social media: "Thank you for the sperm." And when I confronted him about it, that ice-cold Don answered with the back of his hand across my face. "Keep it down. Don't disturb her." When I refused to wash her feet, he kicked me to the floor. He didn't know — that kick killed our child. It wasn't until a year later that he held up the abortion consent form, his eyes rimming red: "We had a baby. Why didn't you tell me?" I just smiled. "Have you forgotten, Don? You killed your only heir." His face went pale.
