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Too disappointed, too self-blame, too painful, too heartbroken. Jessica had been tormented day and night. Now, she finally saw her brother. Although she knew that she was not qualified to ask for forgiveness, she still cried and said, "If it weren't for me, Howard wouldn't have died. You don't have to be despised by my sister-in-law. I'm sorry! I'm sorry..." "It's not your fault!" "It's my fault. I fell in love with Luke, so I led the wolf into my house. I wrongly believed in Christopher, so I fell into such a trap... So, it's all my fault. It's all my fault..."

I didn’t want to believe it was my fault, it wasn’t my fault Rye got into the accident either, right? But the truth was, it was my fault my mother had to raise a child on her own when she was still a child, it was my fault my father didn’t want me and he abandoned her. It was my fault that Derek died, if only I had done something — anything. And today, it was my freaking fault that Rye was fighting for her life. My heart clenched as my fingers moved faster against my skin, the pain dulled my senses and thoughts.

"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

Kier said, pushing his glasses up with a worried frown. He handed me a report. "As I mentioned before, if we force the chip to operate beyond its extended lifespan, it will cause irreparable neural damage to Mr. Faust." He expected me to panic. He still believed I was the same woman who would trade her soul to the Devil to save Alan's life. How quaint. I had changed. "I suppose we'll see what happens," I said, closing the report. My tone caught him off guard. "Uh, listen. I have a backup solution to—"

Chapter 27: Planted Traps He messed up things, I didn’t get it. What did he mean? Confused but I couldn’t ask him. I nodded even though, I didn’t understand what he meant. I laid back again and forget about it. I need to plan my revenge. ‘Or do I deserve revenge? All of this is my fault.’ “Do you think all of what is happening to me is my fault? Do you think I deserve this?” “Don’t listen to him, of what we are doing can maybe wrong but he deserves all of this. He needs to pay for all the evilness he did.”

I knew Zadie wouldn't be able to fight for herself not because she is a weakling but because I had put her in that position… in a position where she wouldn't be able to defend herself or have anyone to protect her. This was all my fault. “Yes! We all know you are at fault.” Karl gritted, getting impatient while I wallowed in misery. “You have caused us all greatly and even though I warned you numerous times, you chose to do things your way and now we are both paying the price for your stupidity… even Zadie is suffering because of your decisions.” I whimpered, my voice echoing through the forest, “It’s all my fault, Karl… How will she ever forgive me now–”

“It’s your entire fault,” I told my sister. “I blame you for allowing this to go under your nose. It means you are not vigilant. This has been on for a very long time. You must have seen traces even before courtship but you ignore, you fail to accept the truth, and you were too involved in him. You were busy looking the other way, while he was occupied in women. Take responsibility and hold yourself accountable for his promiscuity. ” I thought she would talk, but she kept silent over my accusations. I felt she was giving it a thought. She needed to calmly recollect how it all started. Acknowledging your fault or weakness of character is the starting point of healing.

About the man smiling while trying to kill us. "I'm so sorry" Damian said. "I'm so sorry this happened" "It's not your fault" I said quietly. Then I stopped. I looked at him. "Actually it is your fault. All of this is your fault" Damian didn't argue. He just nodded. "You're right" he said. "It is.”

“Because, I don’t want to ride with you! I’m fucking mad at you, so have a fucking guard drive me home!” He shrugged. “Well, I don’t recall doing anything. Why would you possibly be mad at me?” That did it. His words made my blood boil. I crossed the distance between us. “You don’t remember shamelessly blabbing your mouth and lying in there? You don’t remember what you did? This entire mess… all of it is literally your fault, and then you’re trying to be cool with me? You helping me afterward doesn't change the fact that it’s all your fault, and I’m entitled to you taking responsibility, because it’s your fault.”

He said nonchalantly, “I find you ridiculous. Why do you always assume that someone else is at fault? Deirdre, if I’m at fault, I’m at fault for not fulfilling my promise to protect your mother, and that’s all.” “That’s all?” Deirdre shut her eyes shakily, and her heart sank. She thought about how she had lost her mind for thinking that Brendan would show his fragility a moment ago and that he had begun to realize his mistakes. ‘How can a self-righteous person like him possibly recognize that he is at fault? I’m the only person who is at fault. I was foolish for choosing him in the past and getting myself reduced to this state!’ “Go away…” Her voice was hoarse.