Novel & Cerita Blame My Ex

"All those things that happened were not your fault. If anyone is to blame, it's myself. If I hadn't run from you, what happened last night, would never have happened. If I had trusted you more, then what happened at the mall never would've happened. You can't blame yourself for any of that." Xavier tries to argue but I continue. "You are just as much to blame for what happened, as you are for everything else that happened to me before I got here. If you're to blame for the events which you could not control in these past weeks, then I'll blame you for everything that happened to me in the past eight years." Xavier looks pained by my words, but I continue.

"Honey please stop, you can't blame yourself." "How can I not when everything that is happening is happening because of me," she said. "When our lives are as messed up as they are because of me. When our lives have been completely turned upside down because of me. There is no one else to blame but me." "I'm not going to let you do that." "Whether you let me do it or not you know it's true. You know that our lives are an effing mess because of me." "Our lives are not a mess," he said.

She said. " Really, says who? What do you even think of yourself Mandy? I don't blame you ,I blame my mom for bringing you into this place in the name of keeping secrets, you want me to tell you something, it's over between us, I do not love you and I will never marry you" I said and walk away. MARINA " Son of a bitch! I yelled out.

She doesn't hold any hatred against anyone, but I'll always blame myself for not discovering her sooner. I deserve to be blamed. My mate does not condemn me; therefore, I will punish myself by blaming myself for the delay in finding my mate. I have failed to protect her twice. I will not repeat my mistake. I have promised to keep Lavanya away from all kinds of harm and make sure she is safe and happy by my side. Lavanya was triggered twice last night. She remembers that jerk and forgets she's with me and doing bed sports with me. That bastard must die!

“I didn't cry because I blamed you. I was crying because I blamed myself. And I was scared." “Why did you blame yourself?" “Because I got us drunk and pushed us to revisit old memories that clearly messed with our heads. I didn't want you to hate me." “I can never hate you, Danielle," I said immediately. “I don't blame you. What happened was not your fault. It was not anyone's fault.”

She squeezed my hand. “Oh dear, this wasn’t anyone’s fault. I know what comes with this lifestyle. Things happen. I’m just not ready to lose you. Your partner seems pretty upset about this though. He is blaming himself and I think Ethan blames him too.” Shit. I never even thought about how Ethan would respond to this. I should talk to him. “I will talk to them both. No one is to blame. It was an accident.” I said as I started to yawn. My mother looked over at me.

I picked it up, rolling it between my fingers. Where would she go? She had no one. No memories. Because of me. Now she is gone. And I had no one to blame but myself. Now, where do I find her? Who do I call? What do I say? That I let my fiancée go because of my ex?...

All while carrying the newly bought baby stuff when meters away from me, my ex was with his skinny-figured woman like a perfect power couple. I didn't see the person in front of me, not until I dropped all my bags making all the baby stuff scattered around the floor. I huffed and wiped my tears hurriedly. I was upset and angrily mad at myself for being upset seeing Erick with another woman. "Hey, sorry...are you okay? God, you're fucking pregnant. Damn it! This will surely be bad karma for me. Come on, let me help you up. It's my fault. Definitely my fault. Not yours. No pregnant woman is ever to blame."

Because the truth is, I'm not the villain of this story. I'm just a man who's paying back th e debt I owe. So don't blame me. Blame her.

Ten years after I'm abducted, I'm finally rescued and brought home. From that day on, Mom and Dad make me the center of their world. They even burn through their savings and move to another city for me. But those ten years leave me with severe depression. One day, I take a razor blade to my wrist. Dad grabs the blade with his bare hand. "If you die, what are your mom and I supposed to do?" All that attention soon starts to suffocate me. Eventually, I snap and smash up all the furniture in the house. Even then, Mom just pulls me into her arms and comforts me over and over. "It's okay, sweetheart. It's all over now." Then my younger adopted sister, Nancy Bonner, asks one simple question