Blame My Ex Novels & Stories

I said to her “Mia, that isn’t your fault baby girl” she said “you should have seen him, he was so angry” I said “I think he wasn’t the one playing me, and I messed up big time” I added sobbing “hey, stop it, none of this is your fault, okay? None of it. You didn’t ask for this” “Maybe I did, I knew he was married and yet went on to sleep with him, now am in the middle of all this” I said blaming myself

My momentary weakness should not be taken for permanence, "Now this is what I'm talking about. Are you still going to reach out to the one that dumped..." My glare cut him off, "you cannot blame me for something that's not even my fault. You and I know that you've been dumbed and it's time for you to regain your momentum." He overrode my anger.

I say, my voice trembling with anger and pain. His head drops, and he goes quiet. “You’re right. We’re all to blame,” Blake says, his voice heavy with sorrow. “We could have asked. We thought the pictures and stories were proof because we believed only you could have done it. We saw pictures of you with Liam, and he messaged us saying you met him to try and sell the story. We’re all to blame, but we’re here, trying to prove to you that we’re sorry and that we love you.”

Totally mad at my ex-husband. "Not only Christina hated you. All of my family hated you, too, Drake." Pain crossed his eyes before he found himself asking, "M-May I know what happened to them?" I shrugged off my shoulders. "I don't know. If you want to know, you may ask them yourself." "D-Did they...disown you?" I smiled bitterly. "What else? That's what I got when my ex-husband divorced me. But it's already in the past. I no longer blame you or anything like that," I lied. I still blame him for everything.

Now that I'm seeing it for myself, I felt even worse about what I just did. "I'm really sorry Sophia but you please need to know that none of this is your fault. I am the bastard. I am the one who fell in love with someone else. So please don't blame yourself. It was all on me. So you can put the blame on me" I said. I really hope that Sophia will hate me for the rest of her life if it will make her feel better. Anything to make her feel better about what I'm putting her through right now.

I said, frustrated with their blame game. “And who do we have to blame for that!” Liza chimed in. I let out a groan, clutching my head. Why the hell was this happening? They were manipulating the entire situation and turning it on me. I did not deserve this. “We only have you to blame for that, Liza.” I said, meeting her in the eye. “You left him. Whatever happened between the both of you, it did long before I entered the picture. You cannot walk into his life one fine day and expect him to take you back. Things don’t work like that.”

“You told the internet I was drunk driving? You know damn well I haven’t touched alcohol once since we got married.” Ethan opened his mouth, but I steamrolled him. “And the day the accident happened? I called you more times than I’ve ever called anyone. And where were you? At Mia’s son’s birthday party. Laughing. Dancing. Eating cake. While your own son was bleeding to death.” He stared at me, jaw tight, fists clenching like I was embarrassing him rather than telling the truth. “Mia was important—” The second slap landed before he even finished the sentence. This one knocked his smirk straight into the next century.

"Because of me, Damon’s hurt." Damn it. Seeing her like this is fucking killing me. I pull her into me, rubbing slow circles on her back. "It’s okay," I whisper against her hair. "Damon will be fine, I promise." She hiccups a sob. "Are you sure?" "Yeah, baby. He’s a tough bastard, remember? He’s not going down that easy." I kiss her forehead gently. "So stop blaming yourself. If anyone’s to blame, it’s me. I’m the reason all this shit is happening. So if you wanna be mad at someone, be mad at me."

A fourth message. Adrian: "They won’t stop digging. Stay low until I handle it. Don’t respond to anyone—you’ll only make things worse." A bitter laugh escapes me. “He’s still blaming me. He still thinks I caused all this.” “He’s panicking,” Mia says. “And you’re the easiest person to throw the blame on. But you did NOTHING wrong.” “Yes, but the world won’t see it that way,” I whisper. For a moment, neither of us speaks.

And I would think that after sending me that restraining order, you would have had me out of your mind. "I'm sorry, but you can't really blame me for what happened to you.'' I scoffed. ''Cameron, you ruined my life and bragged about it to my face. You blacklisted me just because of an honest mistake.'' ''I don't get why you are so mad at me.''