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The kind, earnest boy he once was had long since disappeared. He opened his mouth but found no words. At length, he murmured, "She was another man's child. I couldn't stand having her by your side. I always thought… we'd have our own child." He pretended to sound tender, but I felt only disgust. Softly, icily, I replied, "We did have our own child. You killed him with your own hands. Have you forgotten? When you pushed me aside to check on Kayla, your son was doomed never to be born."

We will get to it right away. "Stanley…" Alissa called out in a hoarse voice, her eyes bloodshot. "H-Have you planned this since the beginning? Have you been lying to me the entire time?" I flashed her a slight smile. "Lying to you? Just think about how you and that best friend of yours registered your marriage under my watch. You did nothing while he challenged me and trampled all over my prized possessions time and time again. "Compared to this scheme of yours tonight to ruin my reputation and make me lose everything… A tiny self-defense trick like this is nothing compared to what you have done.

One who refused to divorce, supposedly to keep enjoying the comforts of marriage while secretly meeting her lover. I had to admit, my "perfect children" had gone to great lengths to frame me. The moment the so-called evidence was revealed, the gallery erupted. "Oh my God, she seemed so proper, I never expected her to be so shameless!" "Exactly! Her husband treats her so well, their kids are devoted, and she still cheats. Truly ungrateful!" "At her age too, doing something so scandalous. It's embarrassing for all women!" The hateful whispers and scorn hit me like a wave.

Liam reclined back into his seat more, an amused smile that I ached to wipe off his face on display. “Do enlighten us.” he urged me. I drank again from my cup and realized my cappuccino was gone. I had finished it. I leaned forward on the table in Liam’s direction. “The arrogant type and the cheating type.” No one said a word. I cleared my throat and went on. “Most especially the cheating kind.” No one still said a word but I knew I was on point when Liam cocked an eyebrow. “The cheating kind are the utmost worse because they claim to love their partner but they still go about spreading the legs of anything that has hole. They are total devils.”

Such a talented little liar he was… After all, the most convincing lies were the ones which contained some truth to them. From my hiding place nearby, I watched him put on this act. He thought he had me all wrapped around his little finger. But who could truly be certain of what was real, in this life? You talked about forever, but only meant it for the moment. From one person to the next, you’d swear that they’ll be the only person you’ll ever love. In the end, love was nothing but a lie that two people told one another.

Hashtags like #NickEmotionallyAbusesWife, #TheTruthBehindEliteMarriages, and #AshleySuffersInSilence shot to the top of the trending charts. Countless misled netizens flooded my livestream account, cursing me as a spoiled rich man who had driven his wife into another man's arms. It was Brian's final strike—his last desperate attempt to flip the narrative and cast himself as a victim. "Do you want me to handle this?" Chelsey asked, her tone like ice as she scrolled through the venomous comments on her tablet. I shook my head. "No need. He's just a clown dancing on borrowed time." I didn't respond. I didn't defend myself because I knew lies collapse on their own. Truth doesn't need to shout.

I had been completely played! Why? Why would she do this to me? Reflecting on our year of marriage, I had done everything I could to care for Donna, fearing that I'd ever let her down. Yet, she still chose to cheat on me with another guy! Or rather, two! My chest heaved with rage, and it felt like I was about to explode. "Shameless Donna!" I muttered under my breath, hailing a taxi to follow that car. As the scenery outside changed, my expression darkened even more.

I scrolled with trembling fingers, my vision blurring as I read the words that felt like they had been ripped from my private nightmares. The article was a masterpiece of cruelty. It claimed that ten years ago, I had fabricated my pregnancy to force Tristan into a marriage he didn't want. It alleged that when the "lie" was about to be discovered, I had faked a miscarriage and fled the country with a settlement, only to return now to "finish the job" and seize the company.

Finn was full of regrets. Cathleen deserved better. I cheated on her, and now Uncle Xavier is cheating on her. What is wrong with us, the knights? We always play with our opportunities. I hurt Cathleen in the worst possible way, but I wasn’t married to her. My uncle married her, and he’s cheating on her. Finn sighed and drove back to his villa, full of regrets.

I was so eager to take every bit of him down as well…Every but of the cheating son if a bitch. I had actually used the bitch word to qualify him, something I had not wanted to do but the man was provocative. As all liars would do he was ready to Justify the fact he was speaking the truth but I was not buying any of it as a matter of fact each word he said provoked me the more, I was mad at him.to the extent of totally exploding. Cheating was something he enjoyed as I had come to see and there was no way he could deny it, no single was not with the stain of makeup on his shirt and the heavy scent of woman cologne on him.