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Tearing my gaze away from him, I release the tears I was holding. It's just too much for me to handle... Everything! Every goddamn thing that is happening to me. "It's okay," he says, softly slapping me on the shoulder. "Cry it out, Isobel. You need to." Yes. I need to, and I want to. Is it my fault that I was born poor, is it my fault that I end up being here with them? "It's not your fault," I look up, and my brow raises. What; can he read my mind?

I replied in low tone. "I'm sorry." He said in apologetic tone. "Ha? Why are you saying sorry? Did you do something wrong?" "About what happened—" "Oh, that? You don't need to apologized. It isn't your fault." "But I feel like its my fault." "Look, Terrence it is not okay? Its my asthma fault not yours." I said jokingly and bump his shoulder lightly. "I don't know. Still, I'm sorry." He smile but its not reach his eyes.

Here is the accusation I dreaded he would make sooner or later. “ It’s not my fault. ” I tell him. “ But it’s your mother’s. ” He shrugs his shoulders, coming to stop right in front of me. “ I am not accountable for her mistakes. ” It’s shameful of me, my soul screams at me. The smile which had faltered over his lips comes back, wider this time. “ Good. ” He pats my shoulder. Unlike others who can not touch me, his hand lands over my shoulder, making contact.

" Tears rolled down his cheeks. That's enough!! I’m here to keep my Sammy happy, not to make him cry. Yes, he has made a lot of mistakes, but not on purpose. It was feelings, emotions, and misunderstandings. I sat on my knees while cupping his face. "You idiot, you have made me wait a lot." He looked at me. "Sammy, it's not your fault. You haven't done anything on purpose. " "I know about my Sammy. That's why I’m still with you. You are not bad, but a very good human."

"He's reckless. He will sacrifice lives to get what he wants. We will not." I bite down and bear the pressure of frustration. I beg my mind to spark with any kind of idea, but it truly feels like we've reached the end of the road. "Fine," I mutter, "okay. Let's just get tomorrow over with then. I don't want to think about it anymore." His shoulders drop. "I know this isn't what you want to hear. I'm sorry." "It's not your fault," I mumble and stand to get dressed myself. "This just shouldn't be possible. He shouldn't be able to do that to her-what kind of mate would? What kind of goddess would allow this?"

"I do not see how this is possible, Mr Martin, pardon." "Miss, you are one of the most responsible and educated women I know, honest and humble, hardworking, and never gives up." Mr Martin looked at his own hands in shame. "and my son ... he harmed you, and since then, I can not sleep knowing that I have harmed you." "that's not true sir; it's not your fault. "Yes, my son's education is my fault, but since his mother died ... he has not been the same, he has drunk more, spent more, arranged more problems and has been left aside even by his friends. "

I'm so sorry Adrian I muttered, if it wasn't for me being here none of this would have ever happened. “Little mate” he muttered as he lifted my chin up with his fingers so that I was looking into his eyes. “None of this is your fault okay? The only ones to blame are the sick people who did this, do you understand me?” His voice was firm but soft all at the same time, wanting to make sure his point was made but also not raising his voice enough so that it would startle me.

But now we have to wait for our own mate to come to us as if the eight years we have waited for her is not enough. “Well of course she will! Don’t lose hope okay?”. I cheered him up. Knowing Xiao I know that he feels all these are his fault because of the way he reacted the first time. I don’t want him thinking that and then fall into self blame. I don’t need that situation now. Things will become harder than it is currently. “Listen man, for the one hundred time, it’s not your fault all this is happening okay? So stop blaming yourself”. I cooked him and before he could reply, we heard a knock at the door.

It hurts that I couldn't reciprocate his love and now I won't be able to tell him these wonderful things again. "Hey, stop crying, it's not good for the baby," Tito mutters, consoling me but it was not helping. "I am just too shocked, I...saw him... I don't understand anything, how this could happen, this is all my fault," I sobbed with my face still covered with my palms. "You aren't at fault, why would you say that,"

I’m bare in body, heart, and soul before this gorgeous man. His slate-blue hazels search my chocolate ones in a desperate search for what he knows he needs to see. Touching my face softly, he presses the side of his face against mine, holding me tighter. “It’s not your fault…I failed you both. I promised that day and yet…” “Don’t dare, Buttercup…it’s not your fault. You’ve been the best father out there to our child. You were supportive and came running after the enemy to get us back…you performed your role exceptionally…you did nothing wrong. I’m the one at fault here.”