Not My Mistake Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

Jason scrutinized it and then put it down on the table beside him with a nod. Once more I walked to the door. I was puzzled. My busy mind was going over and over the story I had been told. Yet in the midst of my mental preoccupation, a nagging sense of something wrong persisted and that something had to do with me – not with Jason Barker. With my hand on the doorknob, my mind cleared. I had made a mistake. I turned back into the room once more. “I must apologize, Jason! I’ve given you the wrong letter. I put my hand into my right-hand pocket instead of the left -”

Angeline asked her grandmother repeteadly. “Angeline is right, Mom. What will other people think when they find out that the competitor is your own blood? She must be getting revenge because you threw her abroad. Don’t let her cheat on us and—” “It was my big mistake then that she was not given a chance to show her talent in our company. I have no right to hinder her dream because it is our fault, too.” Cristy responded coldly to Matilda and Angeline.

A/P "We may love the wrong person or cry for the wrong reason. But one thing is sure, mistakes help us find the right person." ~A/N

I gasped and lifted it to fix. It's an old photo. This is the photo taken on my sixth birthday. I am not mistaken because there is a date written under it. I took the photo and stared at it deeply. I'm trying to remember what happened the day the photo was taken, But I can't bear to remember it. I repeatedly looked at the faces of the people in the photo.

Someone who knew the truth. Her stomach twisted. She wasn’t even supposed to be there. She wasn’t supposed to meet anyone. She wasn’t supposed to be in that path. Everything, her coma, her missing years, hee life now, wasn’t fate at all. It was a mistake. A terrible, deadly mistake. Her breath hitched sharply. “I lost everything because of a mistake that sent me to the wrong place… because someone else thought I was her.” Before she could completely break down, a warm, steady hand touched her arm. Another slid gently across her waist. Asher.

My stomach tightened, an entirely different kind of nausea than the morning’s. “There’s no version of this staying private forever,” he said. “The clinic error. You living here. Eventually, the pregnancy itself, once it’s visible. I have a public life whether I want one or not, and the moment any part of this reaches the press, and it will, they won’t print the truth. They’ll print whatever sells.” “So what are you saying?”

I have no idea what I did wrong the last time I saw him and it’s killing me not knowing. “There, all done!” my mother says and turns me towards the mirror again. She did a perfect job; apart from my red-rimmed eyes, you can’t tell I was sobbing a few minutes ago. “Thank you, Mamma. Listen-” A knock on the door silences my words, but whatever I was about to ask melts away when Arkyn’s head pops in through the door. His eyes are closed and he’s wearing that cocky grin I love so much.

I nodded as he did too, taking another sip of his coffee with a tight grip. “Oh yeah, he is the one who is treating Maya,” he looked away with pressed lips before looking lost in thought. “I donated,” I blurted out and he gave me a half-smile nodding. This was turning awkward fast and I knew he was lying and jumpy, but I decided not to push him as I spoke getting an idea, “I forgot something upstairs by Stanley,” I said as I started to walk back to the elevator. “Right, take care and thanks for listening appreciate it,” he responded as we hugged awkwardly, and I scurried away.

I love how the smell of it can make me feel in peace. Right after I got out of the shop, I nearly drop my coffee because I bump into someone. That's a good thing because my coffee not spills to his suit. I don't want to cause any trouble this early in the morning. Gosh, that's a clumsy move. "I'm sorry.." I said and walk past him. "Alexa?" I stop after I heard my name is being called. I turned around to see someone who is somewhat familiar but I can't remember when did I met him. "Alexa right?" He asks again. I nodded my head in confusion.

"Perhaps you could explain in more detail, sir?" She sighed. "I had a problem with someone, and she made me feel uncomfortable. I can't control the situation, and it's upsetting me." Robert nodded in understanding. "Perhaps I can help, sir. But, I apologize if I don't understand. What do you mean by controlling?" Brian looked at Robert with a sharp gaze. "I have a pet dog, and he's starting to go wild. I can't control him anymore. How do I tame him?" His butler was surprised to hear the man's question, as the master didn't have any pets, especially dogs. "But, sir... you don't have a dog-"