Not My Fault Book Novels & Stories

He almost died while trying to save me and it was all my fault. “No baby, it’s not your fault.” Cross whispered to me as if he had read my thoughts. “It’s all my fault! If I had just listened to you guys then none of what happened would have happened,” I sobbed. It was really my fault and there was no sugarcoating it. “It’s not your fault and I won’t let you blame yourself.”

I ask not understanding what I said to make her upset. “Oh honey, I had no idea that you were harboring so much guilt over everything. None of this was your fault.” I was about to protest, but she noticed and held her hand up to stop me. “It. Was. Not. Your. Fault. Yes, when we escaped we lost some people. What you don't seem to understand is that we were at war. When you are at war it is guaranteed that lives will be lost on both sides. As much as we would like to think ourselves to be indestructible, we are not. Not even you. We all have our faults, but it's how we handle our faults and the fall outs that really matter.

Kier said, pushing his glasses up with a worried frown. He handed me a report. "As I mentioned before, if we force the chip to operate beyond its extended lifespan, it will cause irreparable neural damage to Mr. Faust." He expected me to panic. He still believed I was the same woman who would trade her soul to the Devil to save Alan's life. How quaint. I had changed. "I suppose we'll see what happens," I said, closing the report. My tone caught him off guard. "Uh, listen. I have a backup solution to—"

I wouldn't still go even if I was to be sure somehow that she wouldn't be sleeping in the house tonight. My head was full, and my eyes hung heavily. In everything that had happened, I did not shed a single tear. I didn't want to. It was not my mother's fault that she trailed the wrong part, that she met the wrong people. It was not my fault to have believed a friend I have known for the past three years, and it was not my fault that they were players. It was not my fault that I was surrounded by people that should be hung high and tight, left to dangle until the only words left in their mouths were apologies and promises to become better people.

“Whose fault is it that you have no mother?” “It is certainly not my fault.” My lips quivered, this was the first time I was standing against father in a conversation like this. “Mother had complications during birth, and it is not my fault. Even though you have done this all your life, but as a doctor, it is never right to blame the child for a mishap.” “What?” He growled. “That is right, I am innocent of whatever you think I am guilty of.” I gritted out through clenched teeth. “I am not going to live my life under the shadows of what could have been. I’m done feeling regretful for something that isn’t even my—”

“Do not allow yourself to be foolish again.” So it was my fault…

Mary asked me if I ever regretted being so ruthless. I shook my head. I never regretted it. If anything, I only regretted not seeing his true colors sooner. I had spent over a decade trying to raise him properly, but in the end, people never really changed. Now, my career was thriving, and my friends were by my side. I didn't need to live for anyone else anymore or carry responsibilities that were never mine to begin with. I was finally living for myself. One sunny afternoon, I was sitting in my new restaurant's garden while enjoying tea with Mary when a man in a delivery uniform rode up on a scooter and stopped at the entrance. He took off his helmet, revealing a haggard, weathered face.

“I’m not… I didn’t…” “You didn’t what?” “It wasn’t my fault. I didn’t mean for them to die.”

“It’s all my fault.” My mother crouched beside me, her hand resting gently on my shoulder. “What are you talking about? It’s not your fault. That crazy woman did this to him, not you.” I shook my head, my hair falling into my face. “If I hadn’t gone out alone, or if I’d paid attention to where I was going, we wouldn’t be in this situation.” “No, don’t say that,” she insisted firmly. “She kidnapped you and poisoned you. She’s the one who hurt Sean, not you. This is her fault. Do you hear me? You’re not responsible for this.”

She spoke to me. “I know, Grace. Everything is my fault.” I replied. She then held my hand, and I looked at her. “Kent, let’s say yes—it’s your fault because Atasha got dragged into this. But it’s not your fault she’s in the hospital. You didn’t do that—your enemy did. The enemy that no one else can defeat except you because you’re their target.” Frustrated, I ran my hands through my hair again. “I don’t know what to do anymore, Grace.”