Lahat ng Kabanata ng Their Little White Lie: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 45

CAROLINE MORALES I never imagined the next person to show up at our door would be Leticia, Joseph’s ex-wife. Jo and I were just stepping into the cozy living room when Jason headed to answer the doorbell. He swung the door open, and there stood Leticia on the other side. I recognized her face instantly, not just from old photos Jo had shown me, but from all the sneaky online stalking I’d done. I couldn’t help myself. I had spent hours scrolling through her profiles. Leticia was a dazzling lifestyle and fashion star, practically a celebrity. Her face graced magazine covers, her skin glowing like smooth butter, always soft, supple, and seemingly untouched by time. She had this radiant, ageless beauty that made her stand out. I would never confess to Jo or anybody that I made fake social media accounts just to keep tabs on Leticia’s posts. Nope, that secret was staying locked away, never to be shared with anyone. “Leti’s here,” Jo muttered beside me, his voice drippi

SABRINA MORALES Marcy kept her eyes locked on Blaze, staring him down with a fierce intensity, even though he refused to meet her gaze. Blaze avoided her completely, his eyes darting to the table, then to his lap, anywhere but Marcy, who sat right next to him, her presence impossible to ignore. Marcy’s glare burned into the side of Blaze’s head, so intense I thought his skull might split open any moment. Her eyes were like lasers, unrelenting and sharp. “I think I should leave too,” Marcy said, her voice cold and final. She shoved her chair back with a loud scrape, and I couldn’t help but watch her, my disdain growing stronger by the second. I had promised myself I’d come here with an open mind, determined not to hate her just because she was Blaze’s date. I wanted to give her a fair chance. But after sitting with her for just five minutes, I wanted to kick her out the door. Sure, her being on Blaze’s arm fueled my resentment, but it was her siding with Leticia to attack my mo

SABRINA MORALES I wanted nothing more than to be alone when I stepped out of Mum’s apartment. My heart felt heavy, and I needed space to breathe and process everything. The ghost of our conversation lingered, pulling me into my thoughts as I walked away. My vision was blurry, clouded by stinging tears that refused to stay back no matter how hard I tried to hold them in. They welled up, spilling over, and I couldn’t stop them. Each tear carried a piece of the pain I felt inside, making it tough to see clearly. And trust me, I really tried. I fought to keep my emotions in check, to stay strong, but the tears kept coming. It was like my heart was pouring out through my eyes, and no amount of effort could stop the flood. I climbed into my car and drove off without looking back even once. I couldn’t bear to see Mum’s face in my mind again. The image of her expression was too much, too raw, and I needed to escape it for now. The look on Mum’s face haunted me, etched into my thoughts