Drowning Him In Regret Novels & Stories

"Drop the act." I shook her off and walked straight to the dessert table. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Clara's eyes fill with tears as she went to find Damian. He gently stroked her hair and said something to her. Clara wiped away her tears as Damian comforted her and shyly leaned against his arm. And I stood there, nothing but an extra, a spectator with no place here. Pain stabbed through my chest. I looked down and knocked back a shot of whiskey, letting the burning alcohol numb my throat.

I wanted to scream, to cry, to curse this miserable life, but none of that happened. Suddenly, a sharp pain twisted in my stomach, and everything went black. ***** Entertainment News [Renowned bachelor and playboy, James Walter, is rumored to be vacationing with his new girlfriend, sources say.] Tears slid down my cheeks. It hadn’t even been a full day since I regained consciousness in the hospital, and now this. This was what I saw on the TV in my room the next morning. “Why does James keep doing this to me?” I wanted to scream, but I couldn’t.

He pressed his forehead against the cool glass of the frame, shoulders shaking slightly as silent tears slipped down his face. “I still love you so much it hurts. Every single day. I’m so sorry I failed you.” The room remained silent, holding only his broken whispers and the faint ticking of the old grandfather clock in the corner. Victor stayed like that for a long time, clutching the last piece of the woman he had loved and lost, drowning in memories and regret that time had never been able to heal.

After buying a bouquet of flowers, he drove to my grave. The sun was so bright, I could barely keep my eyes open. Standing before my tombstone, Sven began to confess. "Tracy, I'll always regret not realizing my feelings sooner. Even if I didn't love you then, I should've been there for you. "If I hadn't been so heartless, blindly trusting Alina, you and our baby would be here, healthy and safe by my side. It was me. I destroyed my own happiness and ruined your life, too."

That night, Noel drowned his sorrows with alcohol. He did not stop drinking even after throwing up. Sophie cried until her eyes were red and was still trying to talk him out of it with a hoarse voice. "Please stop drinking, Noel. You'll end up in the hospital if you continue this way. Please don't hurt yourself over a woman who only wants to climb the social ladder and doesn't know what's good for her." Noel's cloudy eyes seemed to clear up when he heard Sophie's words.

I turned on my heel, my voice trembling as I finally spoke. “You both will regret this.” I didn’t even know how. I didn’t know what I could do to them, how I could make them feel even a fraction of the pain I felt. But I meant it. I meant every word. Theresa’s mocking laughter filled the room, stopping me in my tracks. “Regret? How?” she sneered. “What exactly are you capable of?” I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood. “You have nothing, Alexandria. Everything belongs to Asher now.”

"I don't care. But make sure of one thing. Never regret your decisions right now. Because the way you're doing this might end up with something that will only hurt the both of us." Callum turned around. And left. Elise stood frozen in place. She watched her husband's back disappear down the hallway, then smiled bitterly. "Elise Voss," Elise whispered softly. "It seems I can finally accept that name now... after hearing it from you."

I lost her through a thousand small betrayals across the eighteen years we’ve known each other. A waiter carrying dozens of trays nearly crashes into me, but I barely notice because I’ve been moving through life in a haze, barely registering anything around me. Even with the twins, I had to leave them with Mom because I couldn’t be present. I’m too lost in the storm I created to be the father they need. That’s the thing about regret. It’s not just an emotion; it’s a beast with teeth and claws and it feeds on you from the inside, leaving nothing behind.

I wrenched myself away, swimming a few feet ahead of him. The silence of the underwater world, which usually felt peaceful, now felt oppressive. I could hear my own heartbeat drumming in my ears, a frantic, irregular rhythm. I kept thinking about Phoebe's words. He's just trying to erase his own shame.

He must have been desperate to remain alive and had been a hard time for him going through all of that alone. Such a shame that he couldn’t get what he sought. I haven’t been able to cry since the incident two days ago. My heart seemed like it was frozen and my eyes laced heavily with unshed tears. My tongue has taken an involuntary break making it difficult for me to want to say anything. I sighed again in exhaustion, it is so hard to lose someone that you have almost idolized to never be gone. My heart is in shambles. Marilyn pushed the door back and held my gaze, she had a