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I slipped out into the hallway while the others were still absorbing the weight of everything Corrin had told us, my own guilt too enormous to sit still inside anymore, pressing against my ribs until it felt like something physical trying to claw its way out through my chest. “This is my fault,” I'd said, and I'd meant every word of it. I'd come back to life for this. Because of this. Some crazy, patient enemy had reached into the fabric of death itself and pulled me back specifically to set this exact chain of tragedy into motion, and I'd walked every single step of it willingly, blindly, convinced I was fighting my way toward love instead of dragging destruction along behind me like a shad

He revealed. “That…?” Audrey asked as she questioned its potency that would have surmounted such disbelief. As she led with the interrogation, tears began to roll down his cheek as a sober child emerged from the bullish farce he earlier tried to put up. He wasn’t as impervious any longer as she had allowed him be. “Why are you crying?” Audrey asked. “It was my fault, everything was my fault. They got caught because of me. He’s gone and its all my fault.” He narrated, as he also drew on a single phlegm in his nose.

Matheo, his father’s best friend, had fucked up, and he failed them, and then he’d chosen to tell them the truth when they were standing on the edge of the fucking street, like an idiot. Was it his fault? Or was it the murderers' fault? Was it Elvie’s fault for having a brother like Joey?

“The right thing would have been to book her into a fucking hotel, Brian. The right thing would have been to let me know you’re using my fucking house as emergency accommodation. The right thing would have been to fucking tell me you found her in the fucking first place.” I nod through all of it. Yes, yes and more yes. I feel like a fucking idiot, more off the rails than even I fully realised. “It isn’t his fault,” Moona offers and her simple defence makes my heart pang. “It is my fault,” I counter. “This was my decision, Moona didn’t ask to come here.” “The crow’s your fault,” Moona tells Cain and I will shut her up before she talks herself into a bigger hole than we’re in already.

She looked at me with a guilty face and said, "I heard that from the guard at the door. I'm sorry, it's all my fault. I went back to my home last night to get something and looked for it for a long time. I didn't expect you to go back to the clinic last night, so I didn't leave a message for you, which made you misunderstand. If you didn't go out to look for me, you wouldn't get involved in this kind of trouble. It's all my fault." I shook my head and said, "It's not your fault! I took the wrong road carelessly and got into the current predicament. I'm lucky to be back alive. But Oprah..." Speaking of the dead Oprah, I felt very sad. Lydia was silent, too. I clenched my fist angrily and said

She had to, or Julia would die of the guilt she felt. “It is all my fault,” Julia murmured. “It is not your fault,” I quickly replied before she looked up at me with tear filled eyes, “It is my fault. It would not have happened, if I had not been staying with her,” Julia said. Before I could reply, I heard, “What do you mean, it is your fault?!?”. Julia POV

Sia shot back with some anger in her tone and Jean was left helpless as she sighed heavily and reached her hand for Sia's hand which was on the table and squeezed it with assurance "It wasn't his fault Sia... I... I fully know the kind of pain you went through...but you can't blame him"Jean knew the full story of Sia and Emiliano's encounter and had her understanding of the story and how much Sia suffered all because of one man. She, too, was upset and hated him for that but when she sat and thought about it, she came to a better understanding and knew it wasn't anyone's fault but the people who were after ruining Emiliano however Sia always said if they wanted to ruin Emiliano then it was e

The war had followed me into his world, and I wasn’t sure I’d survive this round. Still, as I looked at the chaos around me—Adrian’s voice sharp with command, Marcus flipping through files, Maya pacing the floor—I realized something else. I wasn’t alone this time. That simple truth steadied my pulse. “This is my fault,” I whispered. Maya grabbed my hand. “No. This is Clara’s fault. You told me once you were tired of just surviving. Then fight. Fight now.” Her words struck something deep inside me. I lifted my chin, feeling the fire rise through the fear. “Then let’s expose her.”

The air was heavy with sorrow, the ground soaked with loss. I dropped to my knees. Tears spilled from my eyes as the weight of it all crushed me. “This is all my fault,” I choked. “If I hadn’t been weak… if I hadn’t gone to the Ruins that night, Lena would’ve never been released. I should’ve stopped this. I…” Kieran knelt beside me, pulling me into his arms. “None of this was your fault,” he whispered, his voice a soothing balm. “You were searching for answers. You never meant for any of this to happen. Don’t carry this alone.”

He added agitatedly. Faith felt her heart sinking. She feels guilty for causing so many problems for Mateo and everyone around – she needed to come clean to Jeremy, “Listen, it isn't his fault. It is mine. He got hurt while trying to protect me. People were put in danger because of me. Mateo was just helping me out.” She tried to reason with him. She fidget with her fingers as she looked down – her chest felt heavy as she continued, “Umm, I am the one who has been causing trouble for everyone in this village. I am very sorry for causing all the trouble. It is me – all me – not him,” She tried to explain. Her voice quavered as she spoke. Her eyes teared up. She feels ashamed. She didn’t dare