Does 'Our Fault' Book Have A Happy Ending?

Malik "Malice" Banks has been obsessively in love with his best friend, Nathaniel Price, since the moment they met. They couldn’t be more different: Malik is a powerful Alpha destined to become the Empire's next top Enforcer, while Nathaniel is a meek, orphaned Omega constantly scorned by the pack. Malik should have moved on, especially since Nathaniel’s heart was taken by another man— Alpha Brandon. But then Brandon shatters Nathaniel’s heart by dismissing their one passionate night as a meaningless fling. To make matters worse, when Nathaniel discovered he was pregnant with Brandon's pup and begged for help, the Alpha coldly denied him and pressured him to get rid of the pregnancy. As Nathaniel hits rock bottom, Malik refuses to walk away. Disregarding the pack scandal and the fact that the baby belongs to another man, Malik steps in as Nathaniel's protector and partner. As the pregnancy progresses and the boundaries of their friendship blur, Nathaniel is forced to realize that his true love has been standing right beside him the entire time.

Every relationship needs trust, honesty, and love. But what if the person you trusted the most, is the cause of your parent’s death? What if the people you loved the most didn’t believe even after begging in front of them? What if the friend you thought to be your angel sent by god suddenly becomes devil? What if the person you thought to be your pillar of strength broke all the relations with you? Who will you blame? Whose fault it is? “That is my only fault” is going to be the journey of four persons who are different by characters but connected by heart. This plot contains love, friendship, betrayal, revenge and lots of mysteries to unfold.

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On their wedding day, a handsome groom and his beautiful bride said, "I Do." Their hearts were fluttering with pure joy! They had married the love of their life! Is this what I experience? No, this is not that story. You see, love didn't become apparent until after my divorce. I can't wait to tell you how it all transpired. It's a riveting sweet romance novel. No cliffhangers, but a good read! Happy ending? You'll have to read it to find out.

Every time Anthony Slim and I tried to get our marriage license, something went wrong. For three years, we tried thirty times. And every single attempt ended in an accident. The first attempt ended with a vagrant that went berserk and stabbed me four times. I nearly died outside the city hall. The second attempt ended with a speeding motorcycle crushing the bones of my hand. The third attempt ended with a burning mall, and I was trapped inside for three whole hours. … Everyone told me to cancel the engagement, but I stubbornly refused to give up. And then the 31st attempt ended with me getting rushed into the ICU. A billboard that fell from up high crashed right into me. I was rushed into the ICU with a severe head injury. The doctors issued one critical notice after another. For two months, I hovered between life and death before barely pulling through. Then on the day of my discharge, I overheard Anthony talking to his best friend. "If you really love that underprivileged student and want this marriage canceled, you can just tell Melissa. Why set up all those accidents? She nearly died." Anthony did not answer for a long time. When he did, his voice was filled with gloom. "I don't have a choice. Her family saved my life ten years ago, and her parents died in the process. This marriage contract is repayment of that favor. "But I only love Lily. I won’t marry anyone but her.” I looked at the bruises and wounds that decorated every inch of my skin and let out a broken cry. All the accidents and near-death experiences I went through were the machinations of another man, not actual mishaps. If Anthony was feeling stuck, I was more than happy to make that choice for him.

When I picked up the final course of my antidepressants and was about to leave, I ran into my biological parents, who were at the hospital to give a lecture. Five years had passed since we'd last seen each other, yet my father recognized me at a glance. Disbelief flickered across his face. "Your illness... still isn't better?" I said nothing and continued walking toward my room. "How did your life end up like this?" My father looked at me with obvious anguish, his eyes reddening. "Julian, your mother and brother miss you. Come home with me." I stopped in my tracks and slowly rolled up the sleeves I wore year-round, no matter the season. "That's your home," I said quietly. "It stopped being mine a long time ago." Hundreds of scars crisscrossed both of my arms. Countless emergency rescues. Countless nights spent fighting through unbearable pain. Long ago, all of it had worn away every trace of love and resentment I once felt toward my parents. Now, I was finally leaving the illness behind, and I had a new family. For the rest of my life, all I wanted was to live well.