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Hearing her break down like this made me realize how much she had been carrying too. “It’s okay,” I said softly, surprising even myself with how genuine it felt. “I mean, it’s not okay what happened, but I get why you’re hurting. Calvin… he manipulated you. That’s not your fault. And everything with your family, with my dad showing up… it’s a lot. I’m sorry you had to find out like this.”

I could not even approach my father as I was breaking down, too. “Am I a bad daughter?” I asked Elijah with my weakest voice. Was it wrong that I got mad at her? Was it wrong that I despised her when she's already sorry for what she did? Am I the one to blame with all of this? Elijah shook his head as he shed all the tears on my face. “You were hurt, too. You suffered, Faith. What happened to your Mom isn't your fault. Maybe, it is her fate.” When it is your fate, can't you really do anything about it? Because at this point, I am only hoping for a miracle to happen.

I blame my fucking self; I was the one who told her to get out of the house and go do something other than sit here in the nursery driving herself crazy with the little things she felt needed to be done. I blame myself, it’s all my fucking fault she's once again gone. The amber liquid in the crystal glass I hold in my hand is doing nothing to silence the fucking voice in my head that's taunting me with its words. ‘It keeps saying it’s your fucking fault, it’s your fucking fault, it's your fucking fault.’

"It's not your fault that I didn't raise you well..." Wait, what! "It's my fault. It's my fault I raised you badly. It's my fault I didn't raise you to be a decent woman with self-respect. It's my fault that you... You dared to do something so immoral not caring how it would affect those around you. It's my fault you turned out to be an indecent loose woman. I failed your mother! I failed her for raising a bad daughter! I failed her for raising a slut! It's my fault! "

Emma, the fake heiress, and I were sold into an underground BDSM club. When my parents, the richest couple in the country, and my husband, Leo DeLuca, the feared Don of the DeLuca crime family, finally found us, I was bound with duct tape and covered in wounds. Emma lay beside me, heavily pregnant and unconscious. Three months later, doctors confirmed that her baby had died in the womb. She was the adopted daughter my parents had cherished for twenty years, and the girl my husband had never gotten over. My parents and husband went half mad, offering a nationwide one-hundred-million-dollar bounty for any lead on the person responsible. I was the only one who might have seen the culprit's face

Miserable, even. “I don't know you well enough to understand what made you think this was your fault,” I said. “And I don't know what it's like to lose the only family you have. But I do know what it feels like to see someone you care about get hurt and feel completely helpless.” He didn't react to my words, so I continued. “It isn't your fault,” I said. “You just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Don't blame yourself.”

“My fault? My fault? It turns out it’s all my fault? I was too willful. I was too confident. Everything was my fault?” Sabrina was speechless. Hearing Lily’s miserable tone, Sabrina did not know what she should say anymore. However, Sabrina was not fond of Lily at all. Lily was such a pretentious woman. No matter if she is dead or alive, and how miserable was, it was the consequence that she should bear herself. It has nothing to do with Sabrina.

Astra kept on hearing Ray's voice in her head as he continuously told her that it was her fault. "You make men like me become like this, you are the reason why I turned out this way. I did not want to be like this, it is all your fault." Astra could hear the voices over and over again. The more she thought about it, the more she figured she deserved it. It had to be her fault, her parents hated her, they liked Charise instead, even in school she was dumped for other girls. Nicholas, Jared and all the other men went through hell because of her. She lost her child, and the other one had cancer. She had to be doing something wrong, even her friend was hurt because of her.

It wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t his fault. one two three four five one two three four five one two three four five He was a monster. He was a monster. He was a monster. It wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t his fault. one two three four five one two three four five one two three four five It was Jasper’s fault.

Hesitantly, and slightly hurt, I bend down to pick it up and read it. “What you’re reading is the debt I have incurred from losing that deal, and IT IS ALL YOUR FUCKING FAULT!” He suddenly raises his voice at me and I flinch. “If you’re not so incapable as a person, and even worse, as a woman, what on earth can you possibly do right?” “What…?” I manage to stutter, my brain in shambles, so many things I want to say and yet shock and surprise would not make the words easy to come out.