Novel & Cerita Our Fault Book 3

Gabriel mutters a good morning to exactly no one but he avoids my gaze as he strolls to the fridge. "Your eggs are burning. “Gabriel says casually. "Shit!" I realize now that I remained glued in my position the whole time. I immediately rush to remove the frying pan where my finger accidentally touches the burning steel. "Fuck!" I curse painfully. I switch off the stove returning my attention to my burnt finger. Immediately Gabriel rushes to me and gets my hand. He inspects the burn but right now as his hand touches mine, my mind is far away from the pain but it is concentrating on the person in front of me.

"Seriously? I'm dying, and you still expect me to pretend I didn't see anything?" I laughed. The way he fussed over Lily made me sick. Just like last time, when Lily said her stomach hurt. This time, all she had to say was her foot hurt, and Johan rushed right over. If they were so perfect together, then go be together. Why keep dragging me into it? "I'm sorry about Lily." For once, proud Johan lowered his head and apologized. Had he stopped there, I might've stayed calm. But then he kept going. "Lily kept saying on the way to the hospital that she didn't blame you. So, Yara... can we just let this go?"

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“That’s what guilt does. It will consume you, slowly, painfully. You would try to reason out and fight it, but there’s only two endings to that. Either, you will give in, or you’ll kill your own conscience.” “Is it my fault that I c-couldn’t trust her?” My voice cracked as my eyes welled with tears. She shook her head. “It’s not your fault, Isabella. You didn’t wish for her to get sick. You didn’t steal anything. You happened to walk into their lives and the room where they were trapped has cracks everywhere. You tried to fix it, and you succeeded. Now you need resilience. To protect them and protect yourself from another storm.”

"Sarah gave birth to your daughter, but isn't Liv your daughter, too? You are only getting what you deserve, Norman!" He roared, "This is impossible! My plan was flawless. How could it have failed?" I looked down at him. "It's because God is fair. He allowed me to prevent future tragedy. Karma is a bitch. This is how it ends for you. "Just you wait. You will receive a divorce agreement. I want you to leave this marriage with nothing before you are sentenced." Norman and Sarah were escorted out by the police officers. No matter how they raged, they could not escape justice. I tried my luck by sending a text message that read, "Thank you."

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.”

“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.

“They couldn’t save one. The other two…they’re fighting.” I turned my face away and sobbed silently. Brayden leaned forward, his forehead pressed to my hand. His voice broke completely. “I’m so sorry. I swear I’ll make this right. I’ll protect you…three of you.” I stared at the ceiling through tears, my hand trembling in his. “It’s not your fault,” I whispered. But even as I said it, something inside me shattered. Because it didn’t matter whose fault it was. The loss was ours, mine, and it was forever.

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.

she says softly , guilt chokes her. “I am so sorry that you had to live your life believing I was dead – I will never forgive myself for leaving you and your father the way that I had did…I truly regret not watching you grow up from my precious little girl to the extraordinarily beautiful woman you have become” her eyes start filling up with tears. Though I am upset that I was lied to about her death , something in me softens when I see her apologising to me. “It’s okay…” I say gently to her , offering her a small smile which she gladly returns.