Novel & Cerita Drowning Him In Regret

“We may be divorced, but I haven’t forgotten the past.” From the beginning of the party until now, the shock she had given him had made him extremely agitated. If things continued this way, he might fall ill.. Kira's mood took a nosedive. She felt ashamed. “Oh, so what’s your deal now? The thing you could have had but didn’t appreciate, and now that you’ve lost it, you’re regretting it?” “Amelia?” “Mr. Thiago, you’ve missed the boat. The things I once wanted to give you, you didn’t want it. And if you want them in the future, tough luck!”

The realization that he might not survive sent a wave of despair crashing over me. He started moving slightly. I turned my gaze towards his face, trying to make out his features. But all I could see was a very faint contour of his head. “Noah… I’m so sorry,” he gasped, his voice weak. “I regret everything… the way I treated you… I was so wrong.” “Don’t talk like that,” I pleaded, trying to keep my voice steady, but the panic was overwhelming. “You’re going to be fine. You have to be fine. Just stay with me, please!”

I keep my calm, my hand fidgeting and his body halted at its place. “What?” His eyes sparkled, “if I---I had shown some courage, w---would you have been mine?” Regret flowing through his face. “There’s always a point in our life, where we regret the decision we made, and holding on to those regrets is what causes you pain. So, let go, Mr. Draven.” The look on his face shook my insides, if I had noticed his presence earlier, I wouldn’t be in this situation, would I?

He completely lost his mind as he stared at the field of corpses. "Noelle, just kill me already! Kill me!" He kneeled in a pool of blood, prostrating himself as he begged for death. I walked up to him and looked down at him contemptuously. "Kill you? I'd be going easy on you." I crouched so I was level with his face, which was twisted in despair. My voice was soft but merciless as I went on, "I want you to watch as I stand at the pinnacle of this world and live a life a thousand times better than yours. I want you to spend every single day drowning in regret, until even death becomes a luxury you can't afford."

I gave up the chance to take over my family's business and spent ten whole years acting as a sports agent for my swimmer boyfriend, Nate. I stayed by his side from his early days to his rise to fame. He promised he would propose to me the day he won the world championship gold. The night of his victory dinner, I eagerly put on a wedding dress. I even invited all our close friends and family to the venue so they could witness the moment together. But as he stood under the spotlight, he looked right past me and his gaze landed on his younger teammate, Lexi, who was smiling brightly and clapping for him nearby. A reporter pushed through the crowd with a microphone and asked on the spot if h

I couldn’t hold back the sobs that escaped my mouth. But would I blame him if he got tired of me? Of course not. The ache in my chest became unbearable. I made my way to the kitchen and poured myself some wine, hoping it would take the edge off. I took my phone and tried calling him, but it went straight to voicemail. Panic rose in me, and from one glass came another and another until it was the entire bottle. I kept drinking until I felt numb. Confusion broke me, and I was drowning in regret. Clutching the glass in my hand tightly, I walked to the balcony. The night air hit my skin—cold, hard, unforgiving.

No one needs to kill a person whose already drowning in an ocean of guilt. He didn't take those words seriously as he thought Xander might be just mistaking Rose's desperation to earn forgiveness as Regret but now Harry knew he was right. She's indeed drowning in the river of remorse. She's dying in regret. She has lost herself while trying to redeem the vicious act she did. One sin. Only one sin she did cause him so much to lose. He knew it wasn't entirely her fault but it was still her fault but could his revenge cure the painful past he had by making her present full of thorns.

Disoriented, I scanned the unfamiliar surroundings, only to realize I had passed out in the bathroom, clothes clinging uncomfortably to my skin like a second layer of regret. Dragging myself up from the cold, hard tiles, I shed my sodden attire with a sharp, decisive motion, each movement sending a jolt of pain through my throbbing skull. With trembling hands, I seized the shower knob, demanding the icy sting of the water to jolt me awake from the hazy fog of last night's excesses. With every passing moment, the chill of the water seeped deeper into my bones, a stark reminder of the emptiness that gnawed at my core. But amidst the biting cold and the relentless ache, there was a flicker of s

He buried that desire under layers of scorn and coldness. He told himself that if she disappeared from his life, the feeling would die too. That was what led him to take part in the plot to have her abducted. Looking back now, he realized that it had been the stupidest path he could have taken. And every night since, in the quiet hours before dawn, he had been drowning in regret.

Watching him pace around, I finally called out, “Silas.” He stopped in his tracks and, as though he’d been commanded, stiffly sat down. He didn’t move a muscle, his avoidance replaced by an almost forced stillness. “Am I really that terrible?” he asked, his voice low. The truth was, he was. “You’ve failed at every role you’ve taken on, haven’t you? You’re neither a good husband nor a good father.” His face fell, a chaotic swirl of emotions dulling his expression into one of muted despair. He looked like a stray dog, cast out and utterly lost.