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He said “Oh guys, please don't do this again.” “I didn't do anything, I just brought out the book. You were the one figuring out the hole. Trying to know what's in there.” “Well, if you had spoken to us before pulling out the book we would have weighed our chances.” “I have been speaking!” I yelled, “but you didn't want to listen because you didn't want to ruin the life of the woman who saved you. Well guess who's life is ruined.” “So you are saying this is my fault?” He asked

Sad and hurt when I should be feeling anger and disgust with this person? Why is he being like this? Where does he get the audacity to cry when it’s his fault why I’m laying here? When is he the reason why I almost lost my child? It’s all his fucking fault! It is his fault… It should be just his fault.. But.. It’s also my fault that I fell for him. It’s my fault that I can easily be swayed. That I didn’t learn my lesson and trust so easily. If I didn’t fall for his acts…

She sometimes had regrets… What if she never took a loan from the messy man whom she thought was a regular business owner? What would her life become if she had never accepted the card that he handed to her that day when she was desperate and thought that she was ready to take on anything that came her way? Now, in that same way, another man was in front of her door of opportunities, claiming that he had a job for her. That he was willing to clear her debt, but at what cost? She asked herself as she hurriedly left Big Pa’s office before the tears came streaming down in front of him.

She stiffens. “I am not your punishment.” “You are the result of one.” Her eyes flash with anger. “You act like I did this alone.” “You drugged me. So yes, you did it alone.” “Let's say that is true, but the fact remains that you were never faithful to her “ I go quiet. Because that part is true. It will always be my fault. My failed marriage is my fault. But there’s a difference between fault and intention. “You don’t get to rewrite history to make yourself the victim,” she says.

"NONE of this would've happened had Bianca hadn't continued to forcefully wedge herself between you and him. But NONE of this would've happened if Adrian had remained faithful. This isn't your fault—it's theirs." "I just… If I hadn't left on foot, I—" "It's not your fault, Eve. No one here blames you. YOU were wronged. YOU were the one that was betrayed and hurt in the end. It's THEIR fault, not yours." I let out a deep, deep sigh. "I…" I paused for a moment, uncertain if I actually wanted to say what I wanted to say next. But the more I thought about it, the more I was starting to realize my actual truth of the matter.

Why did I let it get to this? "I will find him and make him pay for this" "It's your fault I'm like this. It's your fault" "I'm sorry" ******************************************

"Well I'm so sorry, princess, you're not going to get what you want. Tomorrow we're leaving, and you're going to be safe. And if I'm lucky, someday you'll thank me for it." "I'm never going to thank you, do you hear me? I don't understand, because you can't see that this is all your fault. I was fine, surviving my life, quiet, dreaming of a better future. Until you came along and promised me heaven and all you gave me was hell." "Well, it's my fault, I know it's my fault, but I'm trying to make up for my mistakes. I'm trying to protect you, and you don't make it easy for me at all. You're nothing but a spoiled child, and a very stupid one at that."

I narrowed my eyes into slits, as the calmness stirred and a fiery sense of betrayal overcame my senses. He needed to say the right words. He always did. “ It’s your fault you believed me and not her. It’s your fault that you let her go. I just grabbed the chance and kept her for myself. If you had done that, you wouldn’t be at this point today. ” Dustin pushed his hands into his khaki pants before shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly. This was not Dustin. Or this was indeed Dustin. I knew what he wanted. I straightened up. “ it’s my fault. ”

"I know, Zoey. But I feel like it’s my fault in some way." Zoey arched a perfectly groomed eyebrow. "Your fault? Your fault that he stole from you? Unless you handed him your banking encryption and a 'please rob me' note, I’m failing to see the logic." "Not that, Zoey," I whispered, rubbing my temples where a tension headache was beginning to bloom. "Then what? Because I’m still trying to understand how you think this is your fault. The man committed a felony, Eliora. That’s a choice."

“Look at me.” She reluctantly held his gaze, her own shining with unshed tears. “This is not your fault,” he stated, each word deliberate and clear, meant to penetrate the self-blame that had been drilled into her. “You have nothing to be sorry for. The only people at fault here are Oliver and his mother. What I did, I did because it was the right thing to do. For the hundredth time, you’re not at fault. Do you understand?”