Drowning Him In Regret Novels & Stories

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.

Tori’s voice was barely a whisper. “It was a mistake.” I exhaled heavily. “But you’re unhappy with your marriage.” “I’ve lived with that for the past three years, surely I can do that for a few more.” “Really? You’re going to do this?” “I ask again. How much to make you leave and keep quiet?” “I don’t want your goddamned money. You’re going to regret this.” She picked up her bag and walked out the door, slamming it behind her. I had to hold myself back from screaming my lungs out. Lately, I found myself doing things and regretting them immediately.

In waters teeming with sharks, he drove a knife into my back and tossed me overboard. The freezing ocean swallowed me whole. The scent of blood drew the sharks, and they tore into me like a plaything, their teeth sinking into my flesh, bite after bite. As I screamed for help, Dylan laughed, his face twisted with sick pleasure. "Fiona, you shouldn't have schemed against Lauren. This is your punishment!" Even now, I could still feel the sharks' teeth buried in my skin. A shiver ran down my spine. My body was heating up. I knew the situation was urgent. I pulled out my phone and dialed for an ambulance.

The shame, the regret—it was suffocating. “Oh my God, what have I done?” I muttered, burying my face in my hands as I sank to my knees in the shower. The water pooled in my hands, and for a moment, I felt like I was drowning—not from the water, but from the weight of my own choices.

Fear and pride had ruled my decisions, and now I was paying the price in a slow, terrifying descent toward the unknown. Time stretched endlessly. Tears filled my eyes but were instantly consumed by the water. I wanted more time. I wanted a chance to relive those stolen moments, to rewrite my mistakes, to savor the memories I had neglected. Darkness hovered above me like a cloud blotting out the sun. Death lingered on the tip of my tongue—I could almost taste it, feel it brushing against my lips. And in that moment, I understood just how deeply I had been swimming in regret. My eyelids grew heavier than they should, and I let them close, letting go of consciousness entirely.

“Forget me, Jonah. I’ve had a bad run in this life. In the next life, if I don’t get sick, I will surely marry you.” In the end, I could not hold back the tears anymore, and they flowed freely. “It doesn’t hurt, really. Honestly, it doesn’t. I’m just feeling a little sleepy now, so I’ll take a nap.”