Culpa Mía Book Novels & Stories

I sink onto the chair, my hands trembling. “I can’t hide,” I say, shaking my head. “I have a job. I have responsibilities. I have a child I’m preparing for. I’m not some criminal he can order around.” “He’s just scared of scandal,” Mia mutters. “And instead of facing his own actions, he’s blaming you.” “I don’t deserve this,” I whisper. “No,” she says softly. “You don’t.” Silence settles between us. Then my phone vibrates again. A fourth message.

The doctor whose name tag was spelt Callisto shivered and felt wronged. He didn't know how all that was happening was his fault. He has tried his best and lived up to his profession. Stomping out of his office in arrogance, Aurora went to Mia's ward. A strange light flashed across her eyes as she took unhurried steps towards the bed. Stopping to look at the face she hates most, Aurora chuckled. She ran her slim and well-manicured nails all over the gas pipe that led to Mia's nose. "Oh, Mia! You wouldn't know what hits you. Tsk tsk tsk, should I say, it's a pity you trust so easily?"

She was on the receiving end all this time and now it is my turn. Because of my mistake, Benjamin had grown up without a father and Anna struggled on the streets barely living. While I had all the luxury, Anna took odd jobs eating whatever she got and surviving to birth our son. My son was hungry when I was eating a gourmet food. How can I forgive myself for knowing all this? Though I searched for her, it was only to have my revenge and all that time she was running from an unknown enemy to keep our son alive. My mom squeezed my hand feeling my pain. “Don’t beat yourself on this Aiden, we are all guilty in this,” she said softly.

I added quietly, “if Mia’s lying—if she faked this whole pregnancy thing with Richard’s help—I want her begin for her life. Not quietly.” Luke’s eyes darkened. “Slow or fast?” “Start with her dignity,” I said coldly. “Then go for the bones.” He gave a slight nod and left the room. I stood there in the silence, staring into the fire. Mia had poked the wrong man. And if Aurora was right… if that little firecracker had been telling the truth this whole time— Then I owe her something more dangerous than an apology. I owe her loyalty. The kind that comes written in blood.

I said as I buried my face into his chest and cried more and more. “Don’t beat yourself up, Mia. None of it is your fault, the people who are to blame are the very people who have gone out of their way to make our lives a living hell. Those are the people at fault, not you, Mia.” I sobbed quietly as he stroked my hair and continued to whisper to me, “It’s not your fault Mia, tragedy and evil will find who it has set its sights on regardless. Don’t take all this burden upon your shoulders. Don’t give in to despair because the moment you do, that is when they win.”

She assured him quietly. "Please Mama I can't do this! I miss him, I miss him so much! I should not have done it. I should not have listened to you," He cried, "I'm scared." He whimpered and buried his head into her shoulder. "How could you blame me now?" Mariana asked with a frown. "You brought me the Book. You attacked his Soulmate, you almost killed him... This is as much fault of yours as it is mine!" She argued fiercely. "Why does everyone always get the blame when things don't turn out how they are planned?!" She shoved him aside and got on her feet, angry at him now.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have spoken to you that way. I was obviously not thinking right. Please forgive me." "The people you love most in the world are in the hospital fighting for their lives. I should be giving you a shoulder to lean on and assuring you that everything will be fine rather than coming up with different assumptions and blaming you. I'm really sorry Colt." "It's okay, Caleb. You wouldn't have reacted that way if you didn't care so much about Mia and your niece or nephew." "It's just that, nothing makes sense to me! Mia has always been careful. She wouldn't do anything to put herself and the baby in danger! I will never forgive myself if anything were to happen to her and the

Chapter 42 Andrea's point of view. The fury in my chest was hot, coiled, and clawing to be unleashed. I could still hear Mia’s voice in my head, thick with betrayal, her words cutting deeper than any blade. “Maybe I shouldn’t have come. Maybe am a fool.” The weight of her heartbreak sat heavily on my shoulders, and I knew one thing with certainty. I wasn’t going to let it end like this. Not until I had answers. Not until I knew got to the root of this.

Did he ever miss me? “Mia, it's not his fault,” Sylvia tried to explain. “Of course, it's not his fault!” I mocked, looking at her. “It's not your fault you hid the truth from me, it's not his fault he didn't even try looking for me all my life. Who's fault is it? It's mine! It's mine that I even exist!” I became a mess as continuous tears flowed out of my eyes. I wasn't able to stop them. “It's my fault that I'm so unlucky that no one ever wants me! It's my fault that I'm just a burden and everyone has ever just used me for their own benefit, until I come in handy! It's all my fault!” Christian was quick to take me in his hold as his arms embraced me in a hug.

she said between shallow breaths, “do you honestly think this is your fault?” Mimi’s eyes darted to the floor, her expression crumbling under Mia’s gaze. “Of course, it is,” she whispered, guilt lacing her tone. “I shouldn’t have left that day then he wouldn't have found us.” “Yeah, sure, it's your fault. Happy? Arguing with you over this is pointless, what has happened has happened. It is what it is.”