My Fault Book 3 Summary Novels & Stories

Nina said before bursting in laughter. "I knew that you knew," Cela said to Hyun. "But it's over." Hyun still couldn't say anything. "I kept forgetting about the fiancé. I'm so bad," Cela continued. "What are you going to do now?" Hyun asked to keep the conversation going. Cela breathed deeply. "What else? Just do what I am supposed to do," she answered. "You mean you're starting the third book?" Hyun asked without thinking carefully. He wanted to take back what he asked.

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.

"I should have protected her. I should have listened when she said it was too dangerous. I should have put her safety first instead of—" "Instead of Aunty Mia," Theo finished bitterly. "You picked Aunty Mia over Mama. Just like I did. We both picked Aunty Mia, and now Mama's gone, and it's both our faults." "No." I caught his hands gently but firmly. "Theo, look at me. It is not your fault. You're four years old. You didn't understand what was happening. You didn't make any choices that led to this. I did. I'm the adult. I'm the one who should have known better. This is my fault, not yours."

And that being said, I want to tell you, that none of this is your fault. I know that you are beating yourself up now, blaming yourself for what happened to me. But trust me Stefanos, it isn't your fault at all. It never will be. I smiled when I heard you were growing the rarest of flowers for me to willingly steal, and I cried when I heard you had accomplished what my father couldn't by going into the Elk forest and bringing the Smeraldo, making it a dream come true. I knew you were trying your best to bring me back on my feet, so none of this will ever be your fault. If anyone, it is I that should be blamed. For I never told you that I was dying.”

It her fault for not listening to her friends advice . She let her love for Samson cloud her knowing fully well he is not good news . She knows it her fault for dating a BAD BOY. It all her fault ............. FLASHBACK THREE YEARS AGO Suzy takes a deep breath as she made to ring the doorbell of Samson’s apartment . She pressed it ..,her heart beating really fast .Samson opened the door shortly . “Hi “He said letting her in . Suzy scanned the living room ...It was a total mess but that was the least on her mind at the moment .

I deleted all his contact information on my main account and phone. I wanted nothing more to do with him. When I saw him again, it was in front of the library three days later. The most popular girl in college, Cindy Stuart, had her arm wrapped around his. They seemed close. I thought I had let it all go, but I couldn't hold back the tears in my eyes at that moment. I hid behind a wall and covered my mouth. I was afraid Calvin and the others would see me like this. They'd probably think their plan to punish me worked even better than they thought.

I paused, remembering Barkow’s desperate request. Instead of taking the blame, I changed course. “You know it’s all your fault, right?” “Me?” “Why would you think it was so brilliant to keep three of you around? Just one would’ve been more than enough, but you thought three! They scared me half to death and I fell. So yes, this is entirely your fault, and I'd like that acknowledged.” “Just shut up,” he growled. He took my wrist and pulled me after him toward the island, steering me onto one of the chairs like I was a child being sat down at a table.

He complained, rocking the chair back and forth. “This is how I treat ungrateful shits who question me, son or not.” Dan squatted down in front of him, looking him square in his eyes. “I’m not your enemy, Damien. I want us to be a family. You believe Chris is your family, but he isn’t.” Dan stood up leaving Damien confused as he pressed play on the remote. It was the night Fairchild was killed. He paused right when the door opened to showcase the footprint. “What am I supposed to be looking at?” Damien asked eyebrows raised as he glanced back at Dan.

Mae sniffed, sounding broken inside “If only I had something to protect me back then. Neither of our lives would have been destroyed. Oh, Christ, I’m so sorry. It’s all my fault! I should have been stronger. I should have just dealt with my problems alone instead of involving you two in this! Frederick’s treatment was my problem alone, but I was selfish and sacrificed your happiness to keep my husband from being taken from me…” “Mae, please!” I approached her, stunned “Stop trying to take the blame for something you clearly didn’t do! I know you want more than anything for Connor and I to have another chance, but lying like this isn’t going to get you that. If you want to help us figure out

"And what about you three? Who are you? Were you with her when she did this?" Mark steps forward, his voice steady but filled with remorse. "Faith is on our team. She tried out, and she was wonderful. This was nothing but a freak accident.” Theo and Danny nod in agreement, their expressions apologetic. Sadie's anger seems to intensify as their words hit home. I watch the exchange, feeling a mixture of shame and frustration. I had put not only myself but also Danny, Theo, and Mark in an uncomfortable position. Their loyalty and concern shine through their remorseful eyes, but it's overshadowed by Sadie's furious glare.