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Too disappointed, too self-blame, too painful, too heartbroken. Jessica had been tormented day and night. Now, she finally saw her brother. Although she knew that she was not qualified to ask for forgiveness, she still cried and said, "If it weren't for me, Howard wouldn't have died. You don't have to be despised by my sister-in-law. I'm sorry! I'm sorry..." "It's not your fault!" "It's my fault. I fell in love with Luke, so I led the wolf into my house. I wrongly believed in Christopher, so I fell into such a trap... So, it's all my fault. It's all my fault..."

"I know, Zoey. But I feel like it’s my fault in some way." Zoey arched a perfectly groomed eyebrow. "Your fault? Your fault that he stole from you? Unless you handed him your banking encryption and a 'please rob me' note, I’m failing to see the logic." "Not that, Zoey," I whispered, rubbing my temples where a tension headache was beginning to bloom. "Then what? Because I’m still trying to understand how you think this is your fault. The man committed a felony, Eliora. That’s a choice."

Liam asked trying to look at my face. " It's not my fault!!!! It's not my fault!! It's not my fault I parents died and left me heart broken, It's not my fault my fate is jinxed !!! What did you expect me to do !! Huh !! Growing up Raquel was my superior and do you expect me to just change towards her like that, It's not my fault, I'm weak !!!!!

Even though Chandler had promised he would handle everything, and that deep, steady voice of his had eased some of the crushing fear in my chest, the guilt still refused to let me go. It’s my fault. I thought bitterly, my fingers twisting the edge of the silk sheet. I’m the one who started this. I flirted with my best friend’s father. I let him touch me. I called him Daddy when his own daughter was clueless in the same house. I turned onto my side and curled into a tight ball, trying to disappear into myself. But no matter how hard I tried to drown in self-blame, I couldn’t stop the warmth that bloomed in my chest every time I thought about him.

“Why don’t you realise that people will do whatever the hell they want no matter what and that it has nothing to do with you? She did make that choice. She did choose this route. It wasn’t about you; she’d have done it to anyone else. You have a lot of people in your life who’ve been real shit. They’ve hurt you, manipulated you—limits haven’t existed. None of that is your fault. It’s not your job to make people treat you right and not your fault if they don’t.” “You don’t understand,” I said, shaking his words from my ears before they could take root. I’d ingested enough poison; it wouldn’t do to continue gulping. “You don’t know the things I’ve done. It is my fault; I do deserve it. Those n

‎"My fault?" ‎"Yes, your fault!" I was angry now. Angry at him. Angry at Sarah. Angry at myself for being stupid enough to trust him. "You're the one who went to Crowley in the first place. You're the one who thought you could steal from a billionaire and get away with it. You're the one who fucked everything up." ‎"I fucked it up?" Marcus's voice was low and dangerous. "You're the one who fucked your best friend's husband. You're the one who helped me steal from her. You're the one who celebrated when you thought she was dead."

He urged me to make space for him, and I shifted, leaning against the old couch. A moment later, Gabriel was nested beside me, offering me one of the mugs I accepted gladly. A few sips of steaming black liquid to clear my thoughts were all I allowed myself before I spoke. “I’m sorry, Gabe.” I was. “This is all my fault. Again.” It was. “I can’t seem to stop messing things up.” It was the truth. No matter how pure my intentions were, whenever I helped somebody or tried to protect the people I cared about, something went wrong, and someone was hurt. “I was so stupid to believe her.”

I could hear them screaming from down the corridor. "Maya. Listen." I grabbed her arm. Made her look at me. "I need you to know something." "Do not. Do not say goodbye. You are not dying." "I blamed you. For Marcus. For Blue Moon. For everything. I was wrong." "You were not wrong. It was my fault. All of it." "No. It was Damien's fault. And Kael's. And every man who thought they could take what they wanted without consequence." I coughed. Tasted copper. "You just loved the wrong person. We all do that. Does not make you responsible for what monsters do."

"It's my fault, I shouldn't have let him in. I should have called my dad from the start. I should have been strong, but I was a total weakling. I couldn't fight for myself. I should have stabbed him." "No, it wasn't your fault, you didn't know. You're just an innocent child and we happen to have devils like him walking on planet earth." "It's my fault, maybe my nightie turned him on. I was too vulnerable. I was too gullible to have trusted him." "Where's my father?" I questioned. "Nicole? It's not your fault, please breathe." I was having conflicting emotions and I couldn't explain what I felt. Melanie asked if I want to be tested.

The antiseptic smell clings to my clothes, my hair, my skin—a reminder of where we are and why we're here and whose fault it is. The bench outside is freezing metal against my legs, but I barely feel it. All I can see is Gray's bloodied face from that photo burned into my mind, those words painted on the wall in what looked like blood: IT'S YOUR FAULT, SARAH. Because it is. It's my fault he got dragged into this nightmare. My fault that monster from my past found me again and decided to use the one person who makes me feel safe to send a message. "Raelynn?"