Blame My Ex Novels & Stories

“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?”

“You are at fault and an apology will not harm you. You do not know who I am.” “Blame it on your eyes and not me, Mr. I don’t care who you are, just don’t go around blaming people for what you caused.” I walked out immediately, remembering I wanted to pee. “Some people just go around causing problems, what the heck.” I murmured and walked into the restroom What was the reason for blaming me if he was at fault? My day had already been ruined by him but I had to go back. Lisa and I rounded up our celebration after the incident and I was taken home by Lisa.

“You can cut the call for all I care, just know that I’ve sent your dirty things at Matt’s house over to your parent’s shop. And that’s if they haven’t received it.” “Are you crazy, Camilla?” Natalie yelled, her voice louder than she intended. Her mind drifted to the things she had in Matt's house; her pants and lingerie she’s been using whenever she slept at Matt’s house. “You don’t have to thank me, Nat. This is me announcing the end of our friendship to my ex-best friend that telling you that Matt and I are together now.” “You this bitch. How dare you betray me like this?” she said, but her phone went dead since it’s been warning her to plug it in since earlier.

One moment I was planning for our date and another moment, I was already married to this evil bitch. ‘This would not have happened with me, Annie, if you would have stayed with me but you ran away, leaving me alone to deal with all the problems. I wish I could also blame you for not trusting me enough. But I am not interested in playing the blame game.', I thought and smiled sadly. . . . #TBC

I should have told her what I really feel… I should have done everything else… except for walk away! I looked at her almost pale face, her bloody clothes, her limp body, and I knew I shouldn’t put any blame on anybody. No! Her ex-fiancé didn’t do this to her. I did! I can come up with a thousand excuses, but deep in my heart, I knew… I did this to her!

I stare at her. "Why?" How was that his fault? "Because I didn't secure the account enough, so Max could get into it. Did I once blame her for her ex having all those videos of me and my submissives? No, she just blamed me." Damn, I feel sorry for him right now.

All I want is my Sammy, and she isn't here to calm me down! Then the bastard blamed everything on me! Like, what the hell, man? None of this was my doing! Okay, fine, it was my crazy ex that probably set up the abduction, just so she could get rid of her and have me to herself, but was that really my fault?

But he never blasted on Macmillan. "Bambolina, I hope to look as charming as for you not ditching me on a date again" He was being witty while I felt a pang of guilt in my heart. "Alexander, I'm so sorry" I muttered while he shook his head. " It wasn't your fault Bambolina. Anyone would become sour after seeing their ex." He talked smoothly. I felt more guilty as he blamed the other person, trying to understand my situation. "I knew he was going to be there" I hesitantly looked at him. It took him a second to realize what I said. His eyebrows raised.

“I know she’s lying about the pregnancy. The last time we were together was long before everything started falling apart.” Alexa sighed, shaking her head. "Samantha’s such a whore. How didn’t we see that? I’m disappointed in us.” I gave a weak laugh. “Yeah. I still blame myself every damn day. I didn’t love Dami enough. And now I’m paying for it.” “Let’s stop talking about it,” I said finally, brushing the air like I could erase it all. “It’s happened. I just need to focus on what comes next.”

he said. “Why exactly would I blame you? This isn’t your fault. Only one person is to be blamed, and that is Xavier,” I stated, anger laced in my voice. “You shouldn’t blame him too much, Layla. He’s just doing what he thinks is right,” he said. “That’s his business. Not only do I blame him, I also wish him only the bad things in life. If I ever get the chance, I will be sure to end his life, I swear it,” I said, then stood up from the floor.