Blame My Ex Novels & Stories

He thinks he can walk back in and stake his claim? I don’t care if he's divorcing Louise. Heck! I'm pretty sure he promised Louise the same thing when he was married to me. In one day, I got to see my ex-husband's true colours. At least now I can stop blaming myself. I did nothing to deserve that divorce. For years I blamed myself and that anger I channelled into hate for the woman who stared back at me in the mirror. Now I see that there's no excuse to be made for a cheating and unfaithful man.

"I am the cause of this whole thing and I regret it every single day. I let you fall into the hands of that monster, which shows I am no better than him." "Damien, look at me," I urged, unable to continue to watch him blame himself. I might have been too mad to think well that day but now, I knew he didn’t want her at all, it was all her plan from the start. “I need you to stop blaming yourself, please. You did nothing wrong and I reacted a bit too quickly which caused all this.” I tried to assure him. "It doesn’t rule out the fact that I did this and I almost kept you—"

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.

" I am ready to devote the rest of my life to her, I will make up for her, and if this means that I live the rest of my life apologizing to her, I agree, the important thing is that she reminds next to me and with me, just stop blaming me " " I don't blame you, Xavier, I'm telling the truth you're trying to ignore " " Ignore it, really, and did you give me a chance to do it, every day every one of you blames me and says things like poison, but I endure because I know I fucked up " " Because it's the truth, I warned you, even though I was a damn and bastard, but I warned you, you went too far and led everyone to doom" " Damn me, I know this, I know what I've done to myself and to others, so s

"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."

, 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?”