روايات وقصص ضمن Our Fault Book Summary Spoilers

"Merri is the one who deserved to die not my brother. This is your fault Madam, you killed my brother!" Faith's mother was quick to strike her daughter's cheek. Disgusted, of all things she had never taught her daughter to kill, maybe steal here and there but not kill. Mrs Cunningham was appalled, no words came out. Hearing a muffled cry, Merrigold ran out, heading straight for her brother's comfort. Austin ran after her, she was shaking with tears. "It's all my fault, someone died because of me??!" She cried, Austin held her against his shoulder. Crying, she felt responsible. She did not know what she had ever done to Faith but the unsettling feeling was an innocent boy had died and Merrigo

She was looking at me with sadness in her eyes, waiting for me to tell her what I meant by all this being my fault. I was filled with shame. How could I say that I had caused the demise of my children? “Lorena? What do you mean by this is your fault? This just happened. It has nothing to do with you. It’s Ragnar’s fault. He planned this. We are going to make him pay for everything that he did to you. I promise.” I gripped at my sheets and tried not to burst into tears and hold on to the steady stream of tears that were flowing down my cheeks.

I was starting to think that this was all my fault after all. Being born without a wolf was my fault. Earning my father's hatred was my fault. Getting rejected by Derek was my fault. Getting raped by a stranger was my fault. Being banished and separated from my family was also my fault. Everything that happened to me was my fault. "My words were harsh?" Father scoffed, his brow dangerously raised as he stared at Malfoy's clenched fist. "You want to rebuke me?" Oh no, I don't like where this is going.

They were also waiting for the court to press charges against Miss Cage for pretending to be in a coma. Prosecutor Zibi thanked the senior prosecutor for having faith in her. She promised that she would handle the case without fear or favour. Senior Prosecutor Bernie was satisfied when he heard Prosecutor Zibi’s words. At the Ferguson family mansion, Thorne was in the garden with his grandmother. He looked at his grandmother and said, “Grandma, I know that I wronged the whole family. I was blinded by Paula's love. After Michael left me, I realized that I had truly fallen in love with her. However, it was too late. I allowed Paula to destroy my family with my own hands and kill my son.

Only Dante's fireproof study remained somewhat intact, though the rest of the structure around it had fallen away. Everything else was gone. I stared at it all, with guilt in my chest. This was my fault. If I'd been stronger, if I'd figured out Sofia's betrayal sooner, if I'd killed Rye faster – "Stop." Dante appeared beside me, his hand finding mine. "I can see what you're thinking. This isn't your fault.” “But–” "No." His voice was firm. "This is Sofia's fault. Rye's fault. The Bratva's fault. Not yours. We had no idea we harbored a traitor. No one could have predicted this.”

“It was all Flora. She manipulated everything. She tricked me, tricked everyone, and ruined what we had—our perfect family. I swear to you, I had no idea about half of what she did. I only found out when it was too late. And I was devastated.” “None of it was your fault?” I asked coldly. “Yes. It wasn’t.” “So my medication being tampered with wasn’t your doing?” “Charlotte, I swear on my…” “You pushing me into the water and watching me drown wasn’t your fault either?” “Actually, that was…” “You tampering with my car, having me locked in the hospital, taking away all my years of hard work, making me raise your bastard child, and convincing me I could never have one of my own—none of that was

“The house, well, the fire was so large that something inside exploded. Debris flew and—” “And you got hit by something.” This was your fault, Fiona. “I’m so sorry,” I whisper, trying to push back the guilt. It eats at me like a flesh-eating parasite, spreading through my entire body until I almost become numb. Except I don’t. I feel every bit of the heaviness that weighs on me. I’ve never wanted anyone, especially someone I care about, to get hurt for me. “It wasn’t your fault, Fiona.” “But it was. You got hurt because I—”

"You've cared for him. It's enough. He doesn't deserve you. Things like this happen. It is natural to have feelings for the man you are intimate with. It's not your fault." "It is my fault." For the first time in my life, I shouted at her. "Everything is my fault. When mom died, Cayden consoled me that it wasn't my fault. But it is. If I didn't pull that stupid prank in the first place,she wouldn't have died. She was raped. He hit her with a... How was that not my fault. Cayden did not get into college. He thought military was a better way to provide me good life. He never came back. How was that not my fault? And you. You have been looking after me along with your kid. You nodded your head

"I should have protected her. I should have listened when she said it was too dangerous. I should have put her safety first instead of—" "Instead of Aunty Mia," Theo finished bitterly. "You picked Aunty Mia over Mama. Just like I did. We both picked Aunty Mia, and now Mama's gone, and it's both our faults." "No." I caught his hands gently but firmly. "Theo, look at me. It is not your fault. You're four years old. You didn't understand what was happening. You didn't make any choices that led to this. I did. I'm the adult. I'm the one who should have known better. This is my fault, not yours."

I couldn't help but feel this was my fault, I was the one that persuaded her to go on this trip and I led her to her death and worst of all I couldn't catch the culprits. Tears flowed down my cheeks freely, words could not explain how I felt, I just felt empty and filled with guilt. “It is all your fault, it is your fault, your fault,” the accusations kept playing in my mind. I searched through my mind looking for Draco, I needed someone to pull me back…it was just too sudden. I kept glancing back at her body, hoping Georgina would just get up but she didn't. The sentinels followed behind in silence, their faces grim, so we were crying loudly.