Our Fault Book Ending Novels & Stories

I rose from the bed, pacing again, my nails digging into my palms. "Easy for you to say. You have your whole kingdom set for you. I don't." I said, and he sighed. "I think I'm going to let you process this on your own..." he said, clearly over it. "No, you will not be doing anything like that. This is all your fault, by the way." "My fault? How is it my fault?" Gerald asked in disbelief, his eyes widened. "If only you'd... you'd..." I couldn't even pinpoint at what point it was his fault.

I reach my hand to cup his face and whisper, "This is not your fault." Taylor places his forehead against mine, and I see the bleak look in his eyes, a mixture of grief and guilt. "It is all my fault." The words are harsh and I flinch slightly, but I hold firm and repeat, "This is not your fault." Shutting off the shower, I let Taylor wrap me up in the biggest fluffy towel I have ever seen, pick me up and return me to his bed. Taylor is softly patting me dry when his phone rings, startling us both out of our intense reverie.

“And just so you know, it was not your fault. No human being should’ve gone through what you went through. The fact that you're stable and in your right mind shows me how strong you are Fabian. And I admire that.” “You really don’t think it was my fault?” His voice sounded so small and vulnerable, that all I wanted to do was snuggle him in my arms and lay him down to sleep. Instead, I pushed him back so that we were face to face again. “With all my heart,” I mumbled, swiping away a stray tear that left his right eye. “You are a great person. What happened to that girl was not your fault, you hear me? Forgive yourself, because you did nothing wrong. You were just a kid with a broken heart. Yo

Our fault. “Enough!!!!!”

“Oh Daisy. Oh my lovely Daisy. I thought I lost you. I thought I was going to lose it. I thought all the good things in the world was gone again. I.. I’m sorry. I’m sorry it took me so long to hear your plight, to come to you and. I’m so sorry. It’s my fault. All of this is my fault.” Daisy let out a pained laugh and pat my back gently. She said. “You wouldn’t have been able to help Taylor. This was beyond you. You need to know that you couldn’t have helped. The plot that was hatched her and used against us, no one could have been able to help.” She was right. I knew she was but I couldn’t still felt so guilty.

Our new beginning in this new beautiful home… already ending before it even began. Gianna slowly matched my hold, her arms tightening around me. “It’s okay,” she whispered, as if she could will it to be true. “Nico, I am so sorry… I am so very sorry.” “It’s all my fault,” I heard myself say. My voice sounded foreign to my ears, rough and low. “Gianna… It’s all my fault.” “No…” She pulled back just enough to take my face in her hands. Her eyes were full of so much love it hurt to look at them. “It’s not your fault. Yes, it’s wrong. Yes, it’s awful. But it’s not your fault.”

“I am fine. Caroline here is the problem. The truth is, I don’t heal as fast as you’d expect, but that’s another story. Now the important thing is Caroline. We have to get her home, otherwise she will die.” I almost wiped in despair. That was when his big, warm hands gripped my cheeks. An electric chill ran through me like a bolt of lightning. “Listen to me. I know you feel like it is your fault. My mother told me why you met. It’s not your fault, Teresa, do you hear me? It’s not your fault!” I tried to support his gaze somehow and give him credit, but I couldn’t. The guilt was too much to handle. “Now we’re going home and we will see what to do, okay?” I nodded and Bash took Caroline in his

"I do feel guilty about it. If I had not arranged that meeting, you would not have been angry and you would not have had the accident. It was my fault that all of this happened. It was my fault that we lost our baby. It is my fault that—” “It does not matter whose fault it is. For all I know, we both were at fault. I should have listened and stayed instead of driving with unstable emotions." "But I did this. I was the one who caused—" "Jiev, don't you see? We could never change the past, so the past does not matter. Not anymore. And it certainly does not have anything to do with the way I feel right now.” “But you have a right to know. I hurt you. I did not mean for anything to happen, but i

I can’t lose her. Harper was wrong. This was all my fault. I should have been careful. Not careful but smarter and solved the case of the Kioni’s accident years ago. I should have put it together soon. The striking similarities. All the blame was on me. Faith’s death and whatever happens next will be all my fault. Time flew off with me unnerved the whole time. Anything could go wrong so I tried to be as quiet as I can be so I don’t make Mrs. Smith aware or come check on me. It would end badly if she did.

Her eyes filled with tears as she stammered, “It wasn’t his fault, Myla. We didn’t show up on time because Michael had a heart attack that morning. We had to rush him to the hospital. Please, understand. Damien was in the hospital throughout the day. He didn’t mean for any of this to happen." “ Oh, I see,” I said, my voice low. “Damien, is that what you told them? You’re such a pathetic liar.” His face paled, and I could see the panic in his eyes. “Please, Myla, don’t go. We can settle this as one family. It’s not Damien’s fault.” “So now it’s my fault too? Let me tell you something, Mrs. Brooks. None of this, none of it, matters anymore. I’ve made up my mind."