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Greg looked at me with tearful eyes, the weight of guilt pressing on him. “My ex inherited her mother's madness, just as Elajah is heading down that path...The difference is that Forbes is more honorable and distances himself to avoid harming anyone.” I sighed, ordering another shot. “The blame for all this is mine, my friend. I didn't see her losing her mind; I wasn't there when they needed me the most.” I placed my hands on his shoulders, squeezing firmly. “The deaths of Gabriel and Victor are my fault and no one else's. This is the burden I'll carry with me for the rest of my life!” I kept my tone firm, despite the sadness eating away at me inside.

“This is all about her? Since when do you care?” “Since I realized how wrong I was,” she snapped, her voice cracking slightly. “This is my fault. If I hadn’t tried to harm the master of Kavanaugh household by spiking him, none of this would’ve happened. He wouldn’t have been drugged, and that girl wouldn’t have…..” She broke off, pressing her trembling hands to her face. The silence that followed was deafening, filled with the weight of her confession. The younger woman shook her head, her own guilt bubbling to the surface. “You’re insane if you think this is going to fix everything. Ryan Kavanaugh won’t just forgive and forget. And what about the others? If this blows up, they’ll come after

Standing before my tablet, he spoke—his voice hoarse and halting. "Eli... I... I wronged you." There was a tremor in his voice. A flicker of guilt. I thought—finally. Finally, he was going to repent. Finally, he would admit what he'd done. But then he kept talking. And what he said next turned my ghost to ice. "But... but if you hadn't dragged Matthew to that crowded carnival that night... if you'd just watched him more carefully, the way a good older brother should... none of this would've happened. At the end of the day, Eli, it all still comes back to you."

He’s already won. He took Reid. Took my company. Took my reputation. And now, without even lifting a finger, he’s taking my life. My body. The one thing I was proud of—my resilience—is dying, slowly and painfully. I can feel the tears rising, sharp and hot behind my eyes. I blink them away, turning my face from him. “This is my fault,” Jude starts. “I shouldn’t have left you at that restaurant. Even Anna called— You must’ve been really scared.”

“You’ll stay at Kurt’s condo. And if you think you’re going back to Xavier Peralta’s house to be his maid again, you’re dead wrong, Amara…” Craig’s words echoed in her head. She’d thought about them—more than once over the last few days. Alone in that sterile hospital room, guilt gnawed at her. But why did it feel like everything that happened was her fault? Was it my fault that I ended up here? Was it my fault I got a… sex injury? Still, what kind of man doesn’t even show up to check on someone after that? Tears welled up in her eyes as she stared at the door, half-hoping it would swing open and reveal Xavier standing there. But minutes passed. Nothing.

I don’t think it would make any sense at all. “Maybe someone has been plotting this the whole time.” She answers. “I don’t think so Gwyneth.” She reaches out for my hand and holds it, “Don’t look sorry. It was never your fault.” I lowered my head, “It was my fault.” I muttered as images about Jolene feels my head. I clench my fist and can’t stop blaming myself for what had happened. “It wasn’t your fault Milo.” She tells me again and every time she tells me that the more I feel guiltier for what really happened. “It just happened.”

"I don't know... Everything. For not being there for you, for letting this happen --" "What? "i grabbed her hand "Faye you have nothing to be sorry about. This isn't your fault, you have nothing to do with it. " Shaking her head roughly in a negative direction, she frowned. "it is, it's my fault. All of it, if i hadn't let my curiosity get the best out of me, maybe, just maybe you'd have never gotten into that accident, you would have never been on a hospital bed battling for your life and none of this would be happening... ".

“Any idiot can see I'm not fine, is it your fault? Could this have been avoided? Maybe.” I grunt interrupting her, her hands reach for my face and brings my eyes to her once more. "It's also my fault too then,” she says to me. "Everything that has played out too has my finger prints on it too, it's not just you Orion, though we should have talked the team decision over,you had no idea there was a crazed maniac out stalking your game life and me apparently, besides I'm the victim here I should be killing your emotions and not the other way around.”

“I was terrified.” “But you didn’t,” he said. “No,” I said fiercely. “I didn’t. I couldn’t. I walked away and I told myself I’d find another way. I told myself you didn’t deserve this.” “And when the information leaked anyway?” I looked down. “I thought it was my fault anyway. Like the universe punishing me for even considering it.” He reached out then, tilting my face up. “Look at me.” I did. “None of this is your fault, okay? You didn't make your father the bastard he is.”

“This is my fault now? If I remember correctly, getting kidnapped happened because of your brilliant plan. And the guy at the bar was thinking with his dick. I didn’t do anything.” He exhales sharply through his nose. “I didn’t say it was your fault.” “No? Because from where I’m standing, that’s exactly what this feels like.” The words come out more slurred than I’d like. Or maybe I’m imagining it. God. My stomach is starting to roll. Shaun closes his eyes for a brief second. “If something had happened to you—” Again. He stops himself. Like whatever he was about to say is something he refuses to let out.