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“Then maybe you should’ve stopped when I told you to. I begged you, Claire, but you wouldn’t listen. It’s your fault! It’s all your fault!” Claire’s heart shattered at her mother’s words. Her hands slipped from her shoulders, falling limp by her sides. A tear rolled down her cheek, and she whispered to herself, “It’s my fault... it’s my fault,” over and over, the words cutting deeper each time. Suddenly, her surroundings blurred and shifted, pulling her out of the memory. She blinked, her breath hitching as reality came back into focus. It was just a flashback—a cruel reminder of a past she could never undo.

It is all my fault, Mine! I should never have gone to search for him, even after I found him with that bitch, I should have just left him, I should have just gone along with the mission, I should have just left him to his silly cravings, I should have put the mission first, I should have put Harriet and the mission first, this should never have happened, it is my fault. No, what the hell am I even saying, it’s not my fault, it’s his fault, it’s all Dominic’s fault and I’ll make sure he pays dearly for everything he has done.

I felt belittled as the guy wouldn't stop treating Noah like his master as if he owed him. "Sorry sir, it was my fault" We were so engrossed in the revelation Racheal's bodyguard was revealing until a soft sob behind us called back our attention..... "It was all...my fault" It was the Rayla girl shaking her head while muttering some words. She wouldn't stop chanting something which we all don't understand but the only thing I could point out was how she insisted that it was all her fault. My phone vibrated within my hands displaying the caller ID to be my dad.

“Was it my fault?” Third Person POV Nicholas felt like his heart sank as his eyes meet Brianne’s eyes that are full of tears and complete agony. “No, no. Of course not.” He said as she approach her and bend his knee on the floor beside the bed. “Don’t blame yourself for what happened, you are the victim here not the one who commits the crime. You deserve none of those stupid things he did to you, he is the one at fault. When you said no and stop, he should have stopped and left.” He said as he watches her tears slowly stream down her cheeks and sob.

He added agitatedly. Faith felt her heart sinking. She feels guilty for causing so many problems for Mateo and everyone around – she needed to come clean to Jeremy, “Listen, it isn't his fault. It is mine. He got hurt while trying to protect me. People were put in danger because of me. Mateo was just helping me out.” She tried to reason with him. She fidget with her fingers as she looked down – her chest felt heavy as she continued, “Umm, I am the one who has been causing trouble for everyone in this village. I am very sorry for causing all the trouble. It is me – all me – not him,” She tried to explain. Her voice quavered as she spoke. Her eyes teared up. She feels ashamed. She didn’t dare

She started murmuring 'I deserve the pain' while sobbing. "No, baby. No. It's not your fault and Georgina has no more right to hurt you. If they were angry, they should have just confronted me, I would have. Because I'm the one at fault." The father held herface as it spoke. "Remember this. You're out of all our trouble. It's not your fault, okay?" His father hugged her tightly.

Not that hard. Anyways this week we finally got to win this case about a murder happening inside a factory. The worker's family blamed the factory and their work environment while it was all the wife's fault. Charging the factory for unhealthy conditions in the workplace when the heart attack of the man was a result of a poison. Belladonna. It's not the first case like that, that I have won. This other time I had to work with a serial killer. Dramatic experience since I almost got killed but amazing sex, so that kind of balanced things. Before the trial, the police busted in the court accusing my client of things he clearly hadn't commit just to frame him. Until this was fully taken care, I

“What could I have done by myself? Urgh…. You know what, I’m tired of explaining myself. You are her husband, yet you let her be hunted before. Do you remember that it was you who gave us the grounds to chase her before? You made it possible by posting that goddamn video of you two despite knowing the risks.” Fine, I accept defeat. Everything is all my fault. It’s my fault that Mellow went beyond hell and came back only to be murdered with her daughter. It’s all my fault, and I’ve got nothing to say anymore. I stop the car at a gas station close to Mama Tia’s, alighting the car with a mumble, “We need gas. We use your money. I have none on me.” “You have no money and you’re driving a car?” P

“Look at me.” She reluctantly held his gaze, her own shining with unshed tears. “This is not your fault,” he stated, each word deliberate and clear, meant to penetrate the self-blame that had been drilled into her. “You have nothing to be sorry for. The only people at fault here are Oliver and his mother. What I did, I did because it was the right thing to do. For the hundredth time, you’re not at fault. Do you understand?”

“Not on purpose," She said, standing up from her bed and joining us on mine. She grabbed my face, wiping my tears, then she continued, “Just like Camille said, you were a kid, you didn’t know any better, but don't you say it was your fault. You didn't ask those rogues to come and attack your family now did you?” Her hands still clasped my face and I shook my head, letting out a weak “no” “Exactly, so don't blame yourself. Understandably, guilt will not leave you because you saw them die, but it was not in any way, shape, or form your fault, and don't you ever forget that.” She said firmly.