Bitter Truths Novels & Stories

C H A P T E R 5 : T O L E A R N T H E H A R S H , P A I N F U L , A N D U G L Y T R U T H J A V I E R S U M M E R S

"I'm Mariana and I don't really know why I'm here. With the number of times I've been cheated on, I don't see how it's possible to ever trust him again." I knew it sounded bitter and like I didn't even plan on trying this weekend, but honestly, right now I do feel bitter. Maybe it's just a defense mechanism so I don't feel any more hurt. I just can't take any more hurt. So yes, I'm bitter. Darryl shocked the hell out of me when he responded to my brutal honestly.

It's the ugly and scariest reality. Her chin wobbled as angry tears again threatened to slip from her beautiful eyes. Her eyes seemed running out of tears yet her pain look like not getting a bit less. The more she sheds tears the more unbearable suffocation eating her up. The glassy form over her eyes is not enough to blur the truth from her head for a sec. The lie is beautiful but the truth is bitter. This bitterness is a death to her. She's trying to get a grip on her emotions, she's giving her best to the attempts to not think any of it yet without any effort her mind is recalling certain specific sceneries.

Sometimes a truth makes someone more devastated because they know a truth. *****

the truth hurts they say! ❤........❤

Marcus’s POV (Special Chapter) The world is built from pain and the taste of your own blood. That’s a simple truth, one that got carved into me across weeks spent in the dark. But the pain isn’t the worst of it. The worst part is the knowing — that gut-wrenching, bone-deep clarity that hits you once the lies have been peeled back, and there’s nothing left but the rotting truth staring up at you. I had gone chasing ghosts.

Not broken. But close. “Bella… I mean—your Highness.” The title felt wrong now. Empty. Like everything else. “We’re not the only two running,” he said quietly. “Not anymore.” I swallowed hard, wiping my face—but the tears didn’t stop. “Hiding the truth…” he continued, stepping closer. “The truth and the lies behind love…” A small shake of his head. “There are always lies behind the truth.” I let out a shaky breath. “What are you saying?” I whispered.

He wrote, "Cassandra, I'm sorry for making you suffer so much before! I only found out that those screenshots you sent me weren't photoshopped. They were real. "I stumbled upon Olivia's Instagram posts. She had set them so that only you could see them. That's when I finally learned the truth about what she did to you. "I was wrong. You warned me, but I chose to believe Olivia's side. I thought you were just jealous. "But I see it now. You're the one who truly loved me. Since I became disabled, Olivia has treated me with nothing but disgust. She's completely forgotten that I saved her life. "I've seen her true colors. I'll divorce her. I'll end everything with her. Please, Cassandra, come bac

A man’s hand who had lost too much and held too little. “I haven’t betrayed you,” she whispered. “Not yet.” The words were honest. They were also cruel. He blinked, and for a split second, she saw the crack in him. The way something inside buckled—quietly, but with finality. “But you’re going to,” he said, not as an accusation, but as a truth already grieved. “I don’t know,” she said honestly. And in that silence, everything burned. The truth was louder than lies ever could be.

Too many defensive ornaments around the truth. I pushed a single sheet across the table to him, a routing log, only someone from the inside could easily explain. “Explain this entry then buddy.” His face blanched. Got him. “It wasn't… I d-didn’t m-mean…” He glanced to the others as if looking for salvation but there was none. I saw the fumble, sweat at the lips, a stutter that betrayed him. Because Mike never stutters. He babbles about pressure to pay a debt, threats about a contact who'd promise him to fix everything, something along those lines. The more he spoke the less coherent it became.