It's Not My Fault Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

Aubrey's Pov I couldn't believe what had happened, I know it's my fault and there are no two ways about it, it could only be my fault, I caused the entire thing and endangered the life of the baby, Mr obnoxious seemed weirdly calm about it and it made me wonder even more, Is it really okay? It was so unlike him since something like this happened, especially since it was my fault, I struggled to go to sleep. When I knew it was all my fault

And that’s going to haunt me for a long, long time. “Don’t be so hard on yourself,” his free hand comes over to squeeze mine gently, and I let him. “It wasn’t your fault.” “Wasn’t it?” I can’t help but silently snap back, angry at myself. “I hired those people. I trusted them with my and my son’s safety. But they turned out to be such a huge disappointment. It was I who failed, not them. Even with all the money and power in the world, I couldn’t protect my son. How can it not be my fault?”

"That's not true! You could have said no, you know?" "Well, I couldn't have. Every fibre of my being screamed for you to stay. It's not my fault if I fell in love with you. It's your fault if you didn't know it. It's your fault that I got caught. It's your fault that I became your prisoner. None of it is your fault. But that's not important anymore."

Just watching me in that pure calm that only he can achieve. “It’s my fault,” “It’s my fault,” I say again, stronger this time, my voice shaking with the weight of it. I can feel the words building inside me, as though saying them over and over will somehow make them less painful. “No, it’s not,” he says sharply, his voice steady, trying to ground me. “It's my fault!” I snap, the words tearing from my throat. “I did this. If I hadn’t—”

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.”

“Yeah. And you almost got us all caught.” “It wasn’t my fault!” “Stop denying, Yuri. It was clearly your fault! I told you to leave your stupid book to the infirmary but you didn’t.” “It dropped accidentally!” “Accident or not, it could have mostly send the four of us in jail.” “Stop it already! Just be thankful that the police didn’t see us.”

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.

I’m sorry, I should’ve called you, and told you that---’’ ‘‘It’s not your fault…’’ I whispered, cutting him off. ‘‘Don’t say sorry, Alex. I know you didn’t expect that she would invite me at the last minute. She had planned for this…’’ He nodded. My eyes were opened up by what happened last night. I've come to the conclusion that it wasn't my fault that I lost my best friend and the guy I used to adore, because I never intended to cause anyone any harm. It wasn’t my fault that they took my response in the wrong way. They were hurt, but I was the one who hurt the most because I lost them both.

It’s all my fault! It’s my fault she fell in love with her CEO, it doesn’t mean she’s a gold digger, it’s my fault she’s in love with both Finn and Zane. It’s my fault she opens her body, it doesn’t make her a slut. It’s all my fault! Jeeez! I have a lot to fix! Rather, let’s try again, I’ll try to end things with her both as Finn and Zane. ****** To Be Continued

Bruce looks at her eyes and listened to her whispers, feeling anxious and distressed, in pain to see the person he cares about so much was tortured into this state. No one who has anything to do with that matter can get away! He kisss Mia's forehead, rubs her earlobe repeatedly with his thumb on the side of her neck soothingly, and then lowers his head to touch her forehead again: "It's not your fault. You're not wrong. It's the bad people who are at fault, not you. It’s not your fault, baby. Look at me and listen to me, it’s not your fault.” "It is not my fault?"