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"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."

I didn’t want to believe it was my fault, it wasn’t my fault Rye got into the accident either, right? But the truth was, it was my fault my mother had to raise a child on her own when she was still a child, it was my fault my father didn’t want me and he abandoned her. It was my fault that Derek died, if only I had done something — anything. And today, it was my freaking fault that Rye was fighting for her life. My heart clenched as my fingers moved faster against my skin, the pain dulled my senses and thoughts.

She couldn't complete her sentence. "It's not your fault babe. Don't push yourself hard. If there's someone to blame for everything, it was me. Everything started because of my infidelity. Now I am punished! Everything that I wanted is all taken to me slowly. You and Daniel are the only ones left but I could feel losing you both as well." Dwight bravely uttered. Accepting fault isn't easy to do. I'm glad he faces his fear and starting to conquer it. "No, it's not your fault. It was never been your fault." Alison tried to comfort him but Dwight this time is serious and man enough to stand up.

Her body shook with sobs. She did not do anything on purpose. But her family did not even think before treating her this way. How was it faith's fault? Faith recognised that it was a mistake that she made, but was being scared and acting to save herself a crime? Faith kneeled before Winter's feet, her self respect and the little amouth of pride shattered to bits.

She apologizes yet again. “It’s not your fault, Mother. It was never your fault. I think this time, it’s my fault. I should’ve seen this coming. I should have known this sort of thing would happen to me.” Mother clasped her hand over mine, shaking her head softly “No, no, that’s not true. It’s never your fault baby. Never your fault. How would you have known this sort of thing would happen? It was never your fault so please don’t think that way.” Mother says and I smile, albeit bitterly.

"Eve, I'm sorry for missing our date. Regardless of my excuse, you must have waited a long, long time for me. That's my fault. To be honest, I knew it was you the moment you added me with your anonymous account. That's because I've seen you logging into that account in the library. "I was surprised when you asked me if I'd like to have that kind of video chat with you. It was hard to imagine you doing something like that because you seemed so well-behaved. I couldn't help but feel happy when I learned that I was the first person you asked to do it. I knew you weren't a girl who often found pleasure using such methods. You only did it to find out how I felt about you."

Dear my beloved readers, I know this part of the story will upset some of you, but I think making mistakes is an essential part of character development. If you have read my first book Disgraceful, you should have known that the hero is also fatally flawed. However I hope Matthew's mistakes don't make him irredeemable and eventually you'll be able to forgive him. Enjoy this chapter, and please be warned that this chapter contains mature themes. Stolen Innocence

"Yes, this was all your fault! I don't care. I've lost everything, I've lost all hope. How exactly are we supposed to live now? It's not time to have shame, Cassie” "This is not my fault," I said, my voice firm. "You can't even own up to your mistakes as a man, is that it? You have to take responsibility for your own actions. You were the one who was greedy, you were the one who wanted Joanne’s inheritance. I told you just to divorce her and we could do be together. What did you do? You wanted her inheritance. You wanted power, you were greedy. So it's your fucking fault!"

“I’m just trying to tell you the truth. I was just telling you that it wasn’t my fault.” Xavier’s exasperated laugh was bitter and full of pain. He couldn’t hold it in any longer. “No, Dad. It was never your fault, was it? It’s my fault. I’m the fool here. I’m the one who’s been forced to clean up every damn mess you make, who’s fought to keep us from sinking under all this bullshit. You ran over a couple who were just walking down the street, and you think you’re going to pass it off as ‘bad luck’? No, Dad. This is your fault. And you can’t even own it.”

And it wasn’t her fault that… Well, Linda couldn’t fully remember what Audrey had done. But whatever it was, she knew it wasn’t her fault. Nothing was ever Linda’s fault. During Linda’s haphazard cleaning, she knocked a book off of the shelf. The spine fell open, and as Linda glanced down, she furrowed her brow; the page was blank. Empty. “Weird,” she muttered to herself. But a quick glance at the clock revealed that it was time to leave, so she didn’t even bother to pick up the book before strutting off.