Blame My Ex Novels & Stories

Years had passed, yet here he was—still hurting because of me. I closed my eyes tightly and reopened them, continuing to clean and dress his wound. “Can you blame me for kicking you out that time? Should I feel guilty for it? It was such a hard decision. Can you really blame me for doubting your love for me? I was hurt, Marinel. I was hurt when you chose Calvin over me. Why? Because you forgot me? Because you didn’t remember who I was? Can you really blame me for not believing you? What did I ever do to deserve this pain?! Tell me!”

- Hello my dear, how are you? - I don’t know. I’ve been racking my brains, but I don’t know how to get us out of this mess. - Hey, be brave, it will be okay. - Sometimes, I blame you. Even though I know it’s not your fault. He made this mistake on his own. But still, I blame you. As if you’re guilty of being so beautiful and strong. - I’m not. It’s just an image I project. I didn’t sleep all night. I’m afraid you will lose your husband. I’m afraid we won’t be able to save him.

I looked away, trying to hide the evidence of my emotional turmoil. “Why?” he asked again, prompting me to glare at him. “You’re asking why? Really?” I scoffed, disbelief coloring my tone. “Yes. I wanna know,” he said as if he was genuinely clueless about why my life was miserable right now. “It’s because of you, idiot! I was fired because of you, right? Now, I don’t know where to get money to pay for my mother’s hospital bills!” I blamed him, putting the weight of my current miseries squarely on his shoulders.

"Don't blame yourself." "Who else should I blame?" "Him." Her voice was fierce. "Blame him. He's the one who lied. He's the one who broke his promise. He's the one who called Vanessa." I was quiet for a moment. "He moved on," I said. "So fast. It's like I never mattered." "You mattered. You matter." Sloane pulled back. "He's just too broken to see it." I stared at her. "Maybe," I said. "But it doesn't change the way I feel."

— I ask, even though I think I already know the answer. — Talking to you, becoming friends with you, going out with you—I don’t regret anything when it comes to you — he says softly. — Why are you telling me this now? — Because I know you’re going to start blaming yourself for what happened today. Blaming yourself for inviting me on the trip, for not understanding how severe my parents really are—even though there was no way you could have known. — He pauses just to sigh. — I was the one who assured you I’d be fine. I said I could handle my parents like I always have. Honestly, I should have expected things would be worse this time since I broke such a major rule. So please don’t blame yours

, he apologized. She nodded. "How's the family? ", he asked out of the blue. She slipped her hands into her pockets. She was starting to feel cold. They were going even deeper into the woods. "They're... ". She decided to be honest about it. "My relationship with my father has never been more worse. And mum may never forgive me for bringing Luther into my life". "So we're going to blame Luther for everything that's happened? ". He didn't mean to sound harsh. "I'm not blaming... Okay, it was all my fault. I should have been more faithful to you".

"That night he came to us when you wouldn't answer your phone, he was crying. Not just little tears down his face, I mean, bawling his eyes out. He's in love with you, regardless of what you do. Why can't you see that?" I imagine Liam losing it and I can't see it. It's not him. He's always so calm and collected. I clench my jaw and shrug. "I had an ex-boyfriend that made me feel like I wasn't worth a sh*t. He left me at a low point in my life without a word and the entire time, I blamed myself for it. And then he confirmed that it was because my life was so f*cked up that he left me."

I said, letting out a sigh. “I just want to be there for you, Aria.” There was silence for a few seconds. “H—he said that I ruined everything… he’s blaming me for everything,” I finally said, my voice trembling. “He said he doesn’t love me anymore.” Harper gasped. “What? Why?” I shrugged my shoulders. “I have no idea,” I said with a sniffle. “I just don’t understand what has gotten into him. Why would he mess around with his ex, give me divorce papers, and blame me for everything?”

"But I made it worse. I kidnapped you. Threatened you. And now, now I've exposed you to the entire world in the most intimate way possible. How can you forgive that?" I stood. Walked toward his voice. My hands found the arms of his wheelchair. "Because I love you. Because none of this is your fault. Elena planted those cameras. Elena leaked that video. You're a victim here too." "I'm not a victim. I'm a fool. A selfish fool who should have protected you better." "Stop it. Stop blaming yourself." "How can I not? Everything I touch turns to ash. My sister. My company. Now you." "I'm not ash. I'm right here. Standing in front of you. Real. Alive. Fighting for us."

“Why did you guys break up?” I wasn’t really interested in the ‘why’ but rather, how she narrated it to me. Bitterness towards an ex and shifting the blame tells a lot about a person’s inability to take responsibility. “He cheated on me.” Emory laughed. “With someone I knew.” “How did you take it?”