My Fault Book 3 Summary Novels & Stories

But I needed to know what we were heading up against. The three of us made it back to campus and headed straight to Arthur’s room. While the silence was ongoing, I folded my arms across my chest and lowered my head in heavy contemplation. “I have a horrible feeling that this was all my fault,” I said mindlessly. Both Liam and Arthur turned their heads to glance at me with utter confusion. “Ella,” Liam started. “None of what happened could be your fault.” Arthur came up to my side and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close against his chest.

“I couldn’t let you go out on your own, knowing how much pain you’re in, and it’s partly my fault.” “It’s not your fault, Greg. Whatever happened was not your fault. You had no way of stopping it.” “But if I had arrived earlier, maybe she’d be here with us,” Greg said. I sighed at my Beta’s words. I shifted back and sat, butt naked, on the grass, knees up, with my hands resting on them. “It’s my fault. If only I had brought her home earlier, this wouldn’t have happened. I apologize for earlier. You did nothing wrong,” I told my Beta, who had shifted and was seated on the ground, naked like me.

Hank tries a symbol, but nothing happens. “Be careful,” Damon warns. “There could be a limit to how many mistakes we can make.” “Or some kind of punishment,” Elena says. That possibility is enough to push me close to the edge of panic. Taking a deep breath, I step back, trying to get a wider view of the surface. And then I see it. Like a sudden flash of knowledge, it hits me. "It's threes," I say, pointing. "Three symbols light up at a time."

Or else, this wouldn’t have happened. Naturally, they comforted Vince, telling them that it wasn’t Vince’s fault. But then, whose fault was this? Was it Victor’s fault to confront Kaiser about the woman who Vince picked up instead of him (Kaiser)? Was it Kaiser’s fault, then, that he didn’t tell Victor about his twin sister? Or was it the twin sister’s fault for suddenly appearing and playing a prank on Vince which made Vince bothered about it for half a day? Whoever’s fault it was, what has been done. There is no use for them to brood over it, though, as it was not even them actually whose friendship had a crack.

She hugs me to herself and I close my eyes to the comfort that comes from it. That was another lie. I wouldn't stop, I can't even if I want to, knowing that it was my fault. It was all my fault. Even if everyone keeps saying it isn't my fault, even if everyone keeps telling me to stop blaming myself. I know I can never stop blaming myself because what happened three years ago? It was all my fault. *°THREE YEARS AGO°* "Mom, Dad. Come on, I want to go watch the movies. You promised me that you would let me go."

I knew Zadie wouldn't be able to fight for herself not because she is a weakling but because I had put her in that position… in a position where she wouldn't be able to defend herself or have anyone to protect her. This was all my fault. “Yes! We all know you are at fault.” Karl gritted, getting impatient while I wallowed in misery. “You have caused us all greatly and even though I warned you numerous times, you chose to do things your way and now we are both paying the price for your stupidity… even Zadie is suffering because of your decisions.” I whimpered, my voice echoing through the forest, “It’s all my fault, Karl… How will she ever forgive me now–”

“You're still standing and your neck isn't broken yet, so I still have a long way to go.* “I understand how you're feeling and I won't even say I don't deserve it.” He continued. There was something in the way he spoke that hinted at how sorry he was. I wanted to believe that, but all it took for me to change my mind was a flash of Kiara's unconscious image. “But it's not exactly my fault.” “Oh really?” I took a step closer. “your men were in that forest with us. Someone must have probably trailed them or perhaps you sent one of your men to do your dirty deed.”

“Because it was all my fault…” "Why are you blaming yourself?" The young man's eyebrows rose to the side when he heard his words just now. “It is not your fault.” “Because it's mostly my fault…,” Marie admitted amidst her sobs. "If only I hadn't contacted my father's extended family back then..." “Err… that…” "It's all my fault. You can blame me. Because of my stupidity, I put your older brother in danger… I break my promise, Caleb …” “I told you…”

"It's not your fault that I didn't raise you well..." Wait, what! "It's my fault. It's my fault I raised you badly. It's my fault I didn't raise you to be a decent woman with self-respect. It's my fault that you... You dared to do something so immoral not caring how it would affect those around you. It's my fault you turned out to be an indecent loose woman. I failed your mother! I failed her for raising a bad daughter! I failed her for raising a slut! It's my fault! "

Then I was in Maximus' arms, and everything is blank. Why am I here? He was supposed to answer all my questions. I was still supposed to hear his side of what happened. He needs to know that he can't keep blaming himself. What happened wasn't his fault. I don't even fear him. He probably thinks that I do after how I responded. We definitely need to have a conversation.