Blame My Ex Novels & Stories

I thought I would be happy as long as I was with the man I loved but I guess Adrian would have been better. I couldn't believe that the man in front of me is Mark. He was saying hurting words to me and is choking me at the same time. He is calling me names and accusing me of making it fail when he made me run away with him but then again, it wasn't his fault. I blame myself. I blame myself because I could have still stuck with my family but I left them, letting them handle their problem as if it wasn't mine and this was karma's way of punishing me. I deserve all of it. I deserve everything.

"You need to stop beating yourself up for that. It wasn't your fault, it was an accident. " Even as she said those words, her eyes glints, darting away from mine, and something about it is untrue. She blames me too. I know this, of course, she will blame me. I took away the ones she loved, I'm to blame, and no matter what she says can change that. I chuckle, shaking my head and taking a seat opposite her. " It wasn't. I did that, and it's fine if you blame me for it, I know I deserve it. "

I couldn't hold back, so I walked up to him and slapped him across the face. He looked up at me, shocked. I didn't intend to hurt him, but it was the only way I could think of to make him stop talking negatively. "Listen, Austin, I want to make this clear," I said urgently. "I don't hold you responsible, Austin. It's not your fault. I blame myself for not being able to protect both of you. Athena got hurt, and you went through a terrible time thinking we wouldn't wake up. It's incredibly painful to see both of you in this state. Athena seems lifeless, and you appear broken. Sophie looks defeated, and Shane has lost his cheerfulness. So, if anyone is to blame, blame me. I was weak and got sho

And it seemed like I was right because he looked up at me in shock. "What did you say?" he stuttered, turning pale. "Our child?" he couldn't believe the question. I made sure that he heard the right words he was supposed to hear. I bravely faced his direction and said, "Yes! Our child! Our child died because of you." Blaming someone for a mistake that was not their fault might be bad, but could you blame me? I wanted him to experience what I had gone through. I wanted him to suffer the way I suffered, so even if it was wrong, I still blamed him. It was the only way I knew he would regret, like the way I regretted.

If not for cheating on our marriage, maybe the two of us would be happy by now as we took care of our son. I shook my head. I should not focus on the past. It was already gone. Besides, the past no longer affected me, right? When the man had already stepped out of the office leaving him alone, I continued, “Why are you blaming it on me? Was it my fault that you're not to be trusted? Who told you I want to see Carmela? Why do you have to rub it in my face that you already had a replacement when we had a divorce?” I exclaimed, while my insides were shaking. I wanted to scream at him, but I stopped myself.

I was on my way to see the woman whom I was ready to strangle to death if I needed to. Everything had its limit, and if we tried to play with that, the blame was on us. No matter what the consequences were, we needed to face that without complaint. I assumed that was a basic unspoken rule that everyone in the world was aware of, but it turns out that my ex had nothing to do with it. The woman whom I knew almost all my life, who was my girlfriend for almost two decades was the one who didn’t have any knowledge of that, and for that, I was blaspheming myself.

Later on, she became hooked on online gambling in a vain attempt to strike it rich and regain everything she'd lost. Isabella and Phil, on the other hand, fell into an endless cycle of mutual blame and resentment. "It's all your fault! If you hadn't seduced me back then and insisted on buying that damn car, I wouldn't be in this situation today!" "Bullshit! It's your own incompetence that's to blame! You couldn't even handle one man, and now you're blaming me? Why didn't your dearest ex-husband have you thrown into prison?" "You bastard! I wouldn't have had to if it weren't for that useless daughter of yours!"

"Hang on, I admit that I hurt you in the past but I wasn't the one who hurt you now so why are you blaming me or do you feel better when you do?" She blinked her eyes, she was only looking for a reason to keep hating him even if Cecilia had told her to give him another chance since everyone deserves another chance and Liam was not an exception, Cameron's heart was made not to have anything to do with him even if she has heard his story. "I don't feel better but I blame you because I am aware that all of this is your fault, If you hadn't trampled upon me then maybe I wouldn't be in this forest right now" Before he can get to say another word she has already disappeared.

I never imagined I would lose them. “Don’t disturb me today and later tonight, we will come back to that club again,” I told him instead of answering him. Changing the topic because I am so done with my life… blaming myself all over again for what happened because I know… that I am to blame. I should be the one buried underneath and not them. I should be the one who are they visiting and not the other way around because I am to blame. I am at fault. I am the one who killed them. I am the one who ended their lives.

I yelled at him as I started to hit him, but he held on to my hand. “Stop this! Stop blaming for something that you caused for yourself. Stop blaming me!” He yelled at me, and I couldn’t believe this, it was his fault, he had cheated me, and yet, I was the one still getting the blame for everything he had done. “My fault? I should stop blaming you? Whose fault is it then? You were the one who didn’t keep your word, you were the one who decided to give me fake promises, you’re the one who never really accepted me. You’re the one who has always hated me, you’re the one who brought Layla into our lives, and Leonardo, you’re still the one who promised to mark me, but then on the same night that