Drown In Your Own Regret, Ex-Husband

The moment the reservoir railing snapped, my husband’s childhood sweetheart plunged straight into the freezing water.

He snatched the safety rope from the rescue post, ready to dive in after her.

In my past life, I wrapped my arms desperately around his waist, begging him not to jump.

Because of that delay, Chloe stayed submerged too long. Severe oxygen deprivation turned her into a vegetative state.

My husband blamed me for everything.

On a stormy night, he dragged me down and locked me in the underground storage unit beneath our auto shop.