Blame My Ex Novels & Stories

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.

Sorry for ruining whatever Phoenix and I had. I blame you; I blame you for everything Levi…

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.''

I thought I would be happy as long as I was with the man I loved but I guess Adrian would have been better. I couldn't believe that the man in front of me is Mark. He was saying hurting words to me and is choking me at the same time. He is calling me names and accusing me of making it fail when he made me run away with him but then again, it wasn't his fault. I blame myself. I blame myself because I could have still stuck with my family but I left them, letting them handle their problem as if it wasn't mine and this was karma's way of punishing me. I deserve all of it. I deserve everything.

"You need to stop beating yourself up for that. It wasn't your fault, it was an accident. " Even as she said those words, her eyes glints, darting away from mine, and something about it is untrue. She blames me too. I know this, of course, she will blame me. I took away the ones she loved, I'm to blame, and no matter what she says can change that. I chuckle, shaking my head and taking a seat opposite her. " It wasn't. I did that, and it's fine if you blame me for it, I know I deserve it. "