My Fault Book 3 Summary Novels & Stories

My steps became heavier and heavier as I got closer to those familiar oak double doors. The crying face of the little girl I just found out was mine kept resurfacing on my mind. Flashing through like a broken record as her cries got louder and louder each time. It was all my fault. All my fault that she had to cry like that. All my fault that all three kids have lived as though they had no father! They were so little… how could I not have known? How didn’t I know?! It was all my fault! “Hudson? Wah…what’s going on? Why do you look so…”

She smiled. Yet again, that soulless smile of hers. “We didn’t see any need to let you know, Bertha” Mother followed. That utterance had slapped the bewilderment to the three of them. “Oh, come on, Evelyn. It’s been years past. Don’t tell me you’re still holding onto all of that” “I get it” She called “I am a terrible person, but I wouldn’t let my mistakes ruin Nia’s happiness now” She followed. “I’m not here to ask for your forgiveness, I had only come all this way to send every sincere wish to this one here” She let out, grinning at me.

Mrs Earl looked at her husband with sorrow in her eyes and replied, “Donald, we are in this predicament because of me. I was so disappointed when I found out that I was pregnant with a girl because I wanted to give you a son. Even though I knew that it wasn't Penny's fault, my heart wouldn't allow itself to love her. As a result, I developed a deep hatred towards her. If I hadn’t asked you to change Jacques’ betrothed bride to Bella, the Wood family would never have attacked our company. I am so sorry, my love. Please forgive me.” Mr Earl looked at his wife lovingly and replied, “I am at fault too, my wife. I didn't see anything wrong at that time. I have favoured Bella since she was born, a

Samar copied my actions and I silently leaned against his shoulder, clutching his hand in mine. "I'm so, so sorry that my mother's trying to kill your mother, Aditi," Samar muttered, burying his face in my hair. "You know something?" I began, my voice shrunken to a whisper, looking into his eyes that were now flashing gold with spite. "Remember when the two of us were sitting near the poppy field, when I told you about the pedophile and you told me that it wasn't my fault? You were wrong - it really was my fault. Sure, Khammi would've made my life hell, but I still should've told the truth, without using Fariah's name and all. And maybe you messed up too when you didn't do something to stop

He walks closer to me, “she shouldn't question your love, I'm sure she knows how much you love her,” Shaking my head, I said, “she isn't sure anymore Mark, I caused this. I shouldn't have suggested a threesome with you, this is all my fault,” Taking a deep breath he took my hands in his making me look into his brown eyes, “this is not your fault Maya,”

"Come on, Rain. Open the door." Nothing. I hesitated, then let out a sigh, laying my hand against the wood once more. "I'm sorry." The silence between us drew out. "I know you're blaming yourself," I went on. "I know exactly what's running through your head right now. That if you had done something different, Faith would be safe. That it's your fault Nathan took her. That it's your fault anyone is in danger." Another pause. Then, barely above a whisper, "It is my fault."

I clasped my hands together in nervousness as I listened to him continue on. “What Minerva did was wrong. And I’ve made sure she will be getting her punishment for it. I can assure you it won’t happen again.” He said. I finally looked up at him. His soft eyes were staring deep into my soul, it gave me butterflies just to see the truth that lie within them. “I’m sorry for your book,” I said. I felt awful for it. Even if it wasn’t me who ruined it, I still felt at fault. “Oh, don’t worry about it. That wasn’t your fault.” He said. His voice was shaky as if the mentioning of the book was upsetting. I really hope it wasn’t a special book to him.

"I'm so stupid to give myself to a boy who doesn't love me, and now, I'm putting this burden on you and Dad to protect this dark secret from grandma." I sat in my chair, swinging it from side to side. Daddy finished his beer and grabbed another one from the fridge. He placed his hands on the counter. "Princess, it's not your fault. Everyone makes mistakes; no one is perfect. I mean, she looked at grandma. She had me when she was seventeen years old, and did she live a miserable life? No. She raised me on her own with the help from the Reapers because we treat our own as a family." Daddy pop opened the beer can and took a drink vigorously as I watched his Adam's apple rise up and down. He set

Kier said, pushing his glasses up with a worried frown. He handed me a report. "As I mentioned before, if we force the chip to operate beyond its extended lifespan, it will cause irreparable neural damage to Mr. Faust." He expected me to panic. He still believed I was the same woman who would trade her soul to the Devil to save Alan's life. How quaint. I had changed. "I suppose we'll see what happens," I said, closing the report. My tone caught him off guard. "Uh, listen. I have a backup solution to—"

"It is all my fault. I was wrong to leave her alone, and I let others hurt her. While I was selfishly thinking only of myself, she was struggling with the torments of growing up. When she left, she was only eighteen. I could not protect that innocence for her. I forced her to enter the adult world timidly. I was not there by her side, and I did not put myself in her shoes to understand what she had endured and experienced. Then, that day arrived too quickly. On a sad afternoon, I woke up and discovered that I had lost her. It is all my fault. It is my fault for not being strong enough to protect her. It is my fault for letting myself be carried away by my own selfish thoughts without conside