But It Was Not Your Fault But Mine Novels & Stories

“It’s all on me.” “I’m sorry,” he said. “It wasn’t your fault, Dad,” I said.

“It’s no one’s fault!” I shook my head, but he stood from his chair and limped over to me and hugged me. “It’s not your fault, anymore than it’s Scott’s or Tiff’s or Shirley’s or mine. It’s just something that happened, and there isn’t anything we can do to change it. You can’t keep blaming yourselves,” he said, looking at each of us. “It’s not your fault,” he whispered, tucking my head under his chin.

he says and I roll my eyes. "Excuse me self acclaimed gentleman but not everything is your fault. With me and to me, yes it's entirely your fault or maybe a third of it is mine thinking o could find affection with my mate but that's besides the topic. With your parents, it's not your fault. Their greed and their sins happened before you were born and has nothing to do with you. Same with the pack. It just got returned to it's rightful owner. That's all. " I say and stop myself from speaking any further when j see him smiling at me. "What's funny?" I asked.

“I'm so sorry.” “It's not your fault, honey.”

"I want you to know that what happened to me is totally not your fault. You need to know that. You didn't choose for that man to be a criminal, and you didn't ask for him to come to my house. It wasn't your fault, it wasn't mine. It was Ryker's. Only Ryker's. Do not carry that guilt anymore." I looked down at her, the weight on my chest lifting at her words. I didn't say anything. I couldn't find the words. So instead, I leaned down and placed a kiss on her hair, holding her closer to me.

They were so sweet. “Hey, it’s not your fault,” Ethan insisted. “You didn’t know, and you had no way to do anything about it if you did.” “Yeah,” I said, “but I still feel guilty.” “Don’t,” Ethan said, “This is on them, not you. You were just doing your best in a crappy situation.”

She says. I breathe out, turning my face to hers. "It's not my fault?" I gaze into her eyes. "It's not your fault," her eyes bore mine. It's not my fault.

“This is all my fault.” “What do you mean?” Stuart pulls his head up and looks at me. The pain and sorrow in his eyes are almost too much to bear. “If I’d never been the way I was…..if I hadn’t raised the twins the way I did……” Stuart stands and starts to pace back and forth. “If I had been a better man, this wouldn’t be happening.” I lean back on the table, using a hand to balance me. “If this is your fault, then it’s equally my fault.”

“I’m so sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to make you scared.” “You didn’t mean to get shot either,” I sniffled, trying to wipe my tears with my sleeve. “But you did, It was because of me , the whole time I was here, praying, hoping you’d wake up and… you did.” I smiled faintly, holding his hand against my cheek. “ It’s not your fault …Don’t say that “ Rue stared at me for a long moment, his eyes soft. “You really stayed here all through?” “Yes,” I said firmly. “Where else would I go? You think I could just leave you like that? No way.”

I needed him to understand that it was not his fault. But he shook his head, his expression filled with regret as he said, "No, it was my fault. If I had paid closer attention to you and not just left you in the hands of Aiden, you wouldn't have gone through all this." His voice trembled with self-blame.