Romans & histoires Not Your Fault But Mine

" It's not my fault that her husband was abusive, or she can't become a mother.” " Nothing is my fault , then how can you think I will bear the punishment ? If she thinks Viren still loves her then she never had planned to separate me and Viren, but she knew inside her heart that Viren is happy with me, and she has no chance.” Saying this she started breathing heavily.

“It wasn’t his mistake,” Carla breathed out. “Really?” Cliff scoffed. “Yes. Nobody has to pay for someone else’s deeds,” She said trying to inhale but the copper taste in her mouth and the pungent smell of blood didn’t allow her to. “You remember the time, you crashed into another car?” He quirked his brow up looking at her. “That was me. That was when it all began. That was my signal to being.”

Ame tried to explain to her friend. Ego bowed her head in remorse. "I've failed you, Ame, I pushed you unconsciously into Dapo's arms! Oh, will Phil ever forgive me for this?!" she muttered and shook her head. She looked up at Ame. This time both friends had a film of tears in their eyes. Involuntarily, they clasped each other in a tight embrace and wept their hearts out.

" I remembered saying those exact words to someone. The those words rang in my head, who did I say those words to. Flash back "it not you it's me , I'm sorr-" I wasn't able to finished the statement with the hard slap slammed to my jaw surly breaking it. The apology flowers i held in my hands fell to the ground. Veronica crushed the flowers angry with her foot her gaze locked to mine angrily glaring at me. Her blue eyes shone with hate. You will pay Noah Williams.. that's a promise." She finishes and left taking along my heart i never knew from these day belongs to her now.

“It’s not my fault, okay? I just said what I heard. I didn’t tell you to go and ask Mother Luna about it.” “So what? You’re saying it’s my fault for asking about it? After you suggested it? I mean, I wouldn’t have even thought about it if you hadn’t put that idea into my head.” “I’m not saying it’s your fault. I’m just saying whatever I told you was because of what I had also heard. It’s not your fault. Neither is mine, but it seems to be that you’re blaming me for this.“ “Of course, I’m going to blame you. It was you who convinced me to do this. Relentlessly too.”

I let out a laugh. "Baby, one, two, three. Your body's callin' me. And I know wherever you're at is exactly where I wanna be, but don't blame me. It ain't my fault. Nope, nope, nope. It ain't my fault. Nope, nope, nope. It ain't my fault. Nope, nope, nope. Oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my."

“You would… you would give up… all your…” He rubbed one hand over his face. “What other alternative do I have? Watch you get dragged through the mud?” He shook his head and looked off in the distance. “If I hadn’t been so fucking stupid…” “It’s my fault,” I whispered. He laughed once, short and bitter. “No, it was all me, and we both know it. I let my dick do my thinking for me, and this is what – ” “No,” I choked out. “I mean… if you give in to them… then it’s my fault.”

Right before the syndicate's power handover, I flew back to New York after a year of studying jewelry design in Europe. But the night before the ceremony, my secret boyfriend of three years—the Rossi family's new second-in-command—sent me a text: [Sorry, Chloe. I lost a card game, and you were my chip. You're his problem now.] Before I could even breathe, I got tagged in the family's encrypted dark-web channel. The top thread was blowing up: [The Mafia Boss Just Won a Fat Pig for a Girlfriend!] Pinned right at the top was an old photo of me from a few years ago. Back when I was 180 pounds. The comment section was ruthless: [If the Boss knew what he actually won, he'd regret making that bet.]

It's either you help me Kade or you stay there blaming yourself. "Feels like my fault," Kade answered

"It's not your fault that I didn't raise you well..." Wait, what! "It's my fault. It's my fault I raised you badly. It's my fault I didn't raise you to be a decent woman with self-respect. It's my fault that you... You dared to do something so immoral not caring how it would affect those around you. It's my fault you turned out to be an indecent loose woman. I failed your mother! I failed her for raising a bad daughter! I failed her for raising a slut! It's my fault! "