Drowning Him In Regret Novels & Stories

It is now my mother's words ring true again. Over three long months have gone since my brief encounter with him. He tainted me in one weak moment when I succumbed to my needy flesh. When I gave in to the pull I felt toward this man. Then he ripped it away without a backward glance. It was that night that I found my story behind the man named River because that night he didn't just shatter me, he made me bath in a river of regret until I drowned. I'm sure it's a couple of seconds that pass by even though it feels like forever as I stare into his cold blue gaze.

He looked at me like he was searching for something-a crack, a weakness, a reason to believe I didn’t mean it. “I regret every moment with you,” I said. My voice was calm, but every word cut deep. “Every single one. I regret trying. I regret loving you. I regret begging. I regret offering you everything and getting nothing back. I regret wasting three years of my life on someone who never saw me as anything more than a business transaction.” My voice didn’t shake. “I regret all of it, you asshole.” Damon’s face changed. His mouth twitched, his eyes flickered. For a second, I thought I saw pain — real pain — but it didn’t matter anymore.

His eyes burned with regret. But he couldn’t give up. Deep down, he still loved Jade. “Jade, I’m sorry. I truly regret choosing Clara over you. Please give me a second chance. I promise I’ll make things right,” he pleaded, his voice trembling as Jade hurried into her car and drove off. He chased after her, but he couldn’t catch up. Defeated, he sank into regret. Later, he dined alone at a fancy restaurant, trying to drown his sorrows. When he returned home, he found the front door locked.

No one else was supposed to be here, that was the point of it being private. I stepped out of my boots, set them by the edge, and dived into the water with a loud splash. The coolness wrapped around me, easing the tension in my shoulders as I pushed off and started swimming in slow, steady moves, back and forth. But the water couldn’t wash away my thoughts. Crystal’s face stayed in my head like a haunting ghost. My strokes got sharper, faster, as anger tangled with regret. Regret for what? I did not even know. I couldn't tell what felt so regretful but I felt it. It was something unspoken. Something I hadn’t even allowed myself to name yet.

The feeling of drowning brought so many bad memories which I didn't want to recall His actions and negligence made me feel he wanted to do the same thing they did to me "I don't want to die...don't punish me I didn't do anything.. please"I kept on begging while snuggling to his chest, muttering the words out without having control of myself. By the time I had control over my body, I found myself in Victor's arms, we were in the middle of the pool and he wasn't moving

His eyes were drizzling like a stream. He couldn't find any way to console himself. There was nothing left except regret. The someone, whom he had loved, had lost her life because of his hasty decisions. He didn't think for a second that Ivana could ever betray him. But no, he didn't think about another aspect of this coin. His regret was dripping with each tear.

I remembered the pain and the anger, the way I felt like I was drowning in my own tears. As I lay in the hospital bed, I felt a wave of regret wash over me. I regretted helping Kaye with her case, regretted giving her the benefit of the doubt. I regretted not seeing the warning signs, not realizing that she was a manipulative and cunning woman. And most of all, I regretted not fighting harder for my marriage. I regretted not standing up to Gael, not making him see that our marriage was worth fighting for. As the memories played out in my mind, I felt like I was reliving the pain all over again. I felt like I was drowning in my own sorrow, like I was trapped in a never-ending nightmare.

The depth of his regret intensifies, reminding him of the irreversible damage he has caused. In his heart, he carries the weight of her tears, the weight of her fear. It is a burden that eats away at him, gnawing at his conscience, and leaving him hollow inside. The weight of his remorse becomes an inescapable prison, trapping him in a cycle of regret and self-condemnation.

What was a fortune worth if I spent every day drowning in regret? I didn't turn back. I just kept walking toward the crib, my heart a heavy, leaden weight in my chest. Each step felt like wading through deep water, my legs heavy with exhaustion and dread. I needed to look at him again. I needed to see if I could find a single trace of myself in that tiny face, or if I was just looking at another Sinclair tragedy in the making. Would he have my eyes? My stubborn chin? Or would he be all Lillian, a living reminder of my greatest mistake?

He was very happy for her, indeed. And deep down he wished the man was here to see it. ***** His head was heavy, and throbbing with pain but as he stared down at the drink of rum in his hand, he drank it in one go without any hesitation, without any consideration of its consequences. He wanted to drown the pain for years, but it only grew as time went by. His longing to be with her, the regret that swallowed him whole, and the what ifs and what could've been's that lingered on his mind every second of every day.