That Feeling, You Can Only Say What It Is In French by Stephen King

On a second honeymoon to Florida, a woman is overwhelmed by intensifying waves of déjà vu as minor details repeat and subtle anomalies signal that something is terribly wrong. Each recurrence inexorably leads her back to the same impending catastrophe, until she realizes she is trapped in a purgatorial loop reliving the moments before disaster. It’s a chilling meditation on fate, guilt, and the idea that hell may be the endless repetition of one’s worst moment.